It's Just The Dust In My Eyes
Honest, that is all it is. It has nothing to do with A, the 4-year-old, grabbing onto my leg and telling her grandmother (and me) that she wants to go with me; stay with me. Nor the realization that she is already more than halfway up her grandmother, and now topping my waist as well. Just dust, and a blonde hair...
LW
Posted by wolf1 at July 27, 2004 09:43 PM | TrackBack
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