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everything but the sister

Firstly, sister loves kate bush
her is strong and delicate 
little ones with their fists tightly wrapped around vintage apron strings, waiting to lick mixer blades
decadent
laboring her perfect, fragrant laundry and espresso
runs her hands over good books and delights in fine chocolates
outstretched arms 
inviting summer days to her heart
the breeze and dizzy dance close her eyes and paint her smile.  she gives the sun persmission to say goodbye.  she tells the moon to lift.  

this of many words in dedication to her

sister
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Anonymous said…
Kels,

I really enjoyed reading your recent posts. I have missed writing and sharing it with you guys. I pray all is well with you and your family. Tell everyone hello for me.

PS...I so need a facial!!! Miss ya.
8:05 PM
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