 | | 16/04/2013 17:36
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sticks and stones and dandelions
We are treasure hunters. In the morning at 7am, Everett pulls my hand and I am up out of bed. He strides confidently in his pajamas and bare feet toward the door and I know where he is taking me. I detour him to his room, where we stop to put his shoes and a light jacket on. I keep my bare feet. Out the door we go and into the sunlight. There is nothing but the sound of birds and the smell of dewy grass. The air is a cool and fresh, good morning to us both. The trees around us are completely white with blossoms and it's pretty beautiful, holding hands just the two of us in our bedhead and pajamas. We take the cobblestone path that leads us out by the...
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