Short Thoughts: Those who shape and those moments that did.
Monday, August 27, 2012
anecdote # 254: P (Grade 4)
"can I borrow your eraser for a minute?"
for weeks I watched her wear it away, my name
on its pink rubber. scribbled-top eraser; mine?
she'd return it. her actions were insignificant
because there were her words, contracted in air.
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