Cyclothymic Cister

Before the Internet, I used to lie in bed at night composing thoughts as if I were talking to a wise entity. (An actual face never came to mind). I would re-word and re-phrase the thoughts till they were crystal clear. Now I can blog. And hopefully, there are a lot of wise people with real faces out there who might just comment back.

Monday, February 19, 2007

"Lovely" Graffiti

Graffiti on my fogged-up storm door.

The artist.
Those precious words were written by the finger of my 4-year old Granddaughter. I wish they were permanently etched on my door. Those memories fade too quickly.


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