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The Journal of A. Paige White About last night
11/28/2007 10:48 p.m.
11/28/7
It was one of those nights you instinctively know you will treasure. The laughter of my kids reminding each other of this event or that event, usually some hilarious something at my expense. Burly's saucy pronouncement from the bathroom... ooooh, I'm sooo pretty (very true!). offering to french braid her hair -relishing the feel of her silky hair in my hands, admiring the gloss and smoothness of the braid, the closeness of the moment. I love her like she's my own daughter, already. Chip getting to be there and share it...
Today's play:
The feathered 1's are i's.
with eyes.
just say watt. needs to be said.
My purple is hidden purpose.
Leopard spots on black hide it from the cold
of wasted eyes that see no 1 or i's at all
with a waist that can hook - no handle-
but the teeth can't zip to keep the wind out.
I am currently Odd
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