Monday, January 10, 2011
Float like a butterfly...
and sting like a bee.
That's what my red bin that holds all my blocks said right before it jumped up and stung me.
My first black eye.
Love, a busted little Plum
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two things
do-gooder fatigue
Sundays with the Plum
Something to say
We are still here (Part II).
in plain sight
I say a little prayer for you...
Float like a butterfly...
holed up
We are still here.
our village.
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