storytime

dear squirts, i bought us a copy of winnie the pooh the other day. i say “us” because i haven’t read it but promise to read it to you once upon a time in the land of someday. we’ll have secret toast and tea and honey and marmalade and loll about on the grass like…

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letter

hello, you. i don’t know where you are, but where i am it’s a thursday rapidly flying toward friday. it’s finally silent, the stillness welcoming, not oppressive. i saw the sun rise this morning as i waited for my coffee to brew, and i saw it set this evening as i walked across the office…

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letter to you

life is very strange sometimes i find myself wishing i were back in childhood making mischief, playing in the mud happy-go-lucky as the days were long i remember that seven hours was eternity barefoot summers were infinite and Christmas could never come soon enough i thought school must surely be endless but slowly life sped…

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