5.12.2007

They play on the ground, which is typical when we go to a playground, but then come these. Begs for a boost, aches to be higher, trees to lift us away from ourselves.


Susannah, with arms flung upward and stretched to their limit, cried, "'Ere, 'ere, 'ere" to this tree. I imagined she was asking it to bend over, all spindles and knobs, to scoop her up. She didn't seem too disappointed when it remained deaf and rooted.

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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous5/12/2007 10:10 PM

    AWWWWW!! I can hear her now!

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  2. Rebecca5/15/2007 6:00 AM

    I've said it before, I will say it again.

    I love your commentaries. I never would have thought of that having just looked at them, but once you put the idea in my head-that is just how it should BE!

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  3. Abigail5/15/2007 8:54 AM

    I'm glad you enjoy them because that's the backdrop of the pictures, and I like to remember them in their context, too.

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