Childhood is a strange country. It’s a place you come from or go to—
at least in your mind.
For me it has an endless, spellbound something in it that feels remote.
It’s like a little sealed-vault country of cake breath and grass stains
where what you do instead of work is spin until you’re dizzy.
1 comment:
you are so cute - i absolutely love you :)
don't you enjoy writing on this thing?? it's wonderful for relieving stress and/or general merry-making...
kissssss to u
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