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This book reminds me of being at my grandmother’s house. It lived there along with a hodge-podge of other toys that had just always lived at Grandma’s. Like my mother’s old baby doll and the clothes my Grandma sewed for it. And the life-sized stuffed pink python my Grandpa brought my mom from a toy convention he attended in NYC in the 60s.
It never pays to lie to the gym teacher. The only thing worse than having to run during P.E. is getting caught in a lie about how many laps you ran – in front of the whole class.
I’m not aggressively non-conventional, but there’s definitely an underlying “different to be different” trait in me. Isn’t it crazy how the Internet is always right?!
Don’t stop, go.
I know what it will look like.
And I want it.
And I want the options.
And I want it all.
Fresh and flickering,
Fickle and frenzied and fussy.
A thousand candles light an empty room.
Turning circles and turning tides,
She is diverted and devoted.
Too open to distinguish the truth-
Or open enough to see it’s not there.