"I have a surprise for you," I said this morning. "Go look out the window."
She looks, then turns back to reply. "I don't like snow."
"But isn't it pretty?"
"But I don't like snow."
Friday, December 09, 2005
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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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