But you never said anything about Outside by Raymond A. Foss
She had sugar, little bits, unauthorized pieces, shards, of the gingerbread house. Our centerpiece no more.
We were outside in the warm January night having burgers on the grill chatting with the neighbors A cackle heralded her joining a war cry from the house bursting outside, around and around the yard Boundless energy of our littlest princess Wild laughter in circles where the snow should be Burn it off, Girl!
January 5, 2007 21:25
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