Thursday, November 20th, 2014

“…like my momma.”

Iris crawled into bed with me early in the morning. “I want to climb trees like my momma,” she said.

“You want to climb a tree?”

“Like momma. Wif mine friend Joshua.”

I thought a minute. “Maybe we can bike to the community garden and climb a tree.”

“Wif mine friend Joshua,” repeated Iris.

So we did.

 

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& later, a duet—

 

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