In her room, the Bean shakes her large beanbag stool next to her ear:
"Listen." She then holds it up to my ear. "You can hear acorns falling from the trees."
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
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Taking into account my travels with a seven year-old, her three year-old sister and the company they keep. I try to be honest while avoiding cliche. I attach and detach, but try to be present. The world fascinates me and I like playing tour guide. Though who is leading whom? Who is seeing the fresh world?
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