A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Baby
husband's sister and her husband had their babe this morning. little wee fellow lying in the crook of his mum's arm when i went to visit them in the hospital. little ancient person, fresh from the womb, so wise and tiny compared to us.
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