Short Thoughts: Those who shape and those moments that did.
Friday, June 11, 2010
tribute # 216 - wild child
mud-streaked, barefoot in shorts, shoulders bark-scraped, akimbo in the crotch of a park tree. her head tilted as if she owns the moment & world and isn't an ounce heavier for the burden. where did I, that feral grade-schooler, go?
6 comments:
Good heavens, that was also me you were describing!
:)
no wonder she feels divided then with part going to each hemisphere.
Where did she go indeed. If anywhere.
Pearl--did you switch your blog template? Just curious.
yes, playing with template. there are new blogger options...this might not be the final.
Enjoying the template I see today.
been tweaking small changes. apparently I can't go back to the old one so will make do here.
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