Sunday, August 24, 2008
Morning Sun
We visited the convent in Philadelphia when I was four; my Great Aunt Libet lived there. It was summer and I remember rabbits running across a big green lawn. I also remember having a room to myself for the first time. But I wasn't afraid. In the morning, the bright sun lit up the white walls and I felt warm from the inside out.
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It was great to come into work today and have three of these to read! What a treat! You are going to accumulate a huge body of work very quickly with this.
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