saturday

I feel like an old woman. old soul. A Hazel. I think about the old days and sit in the sun with my eyes closed. I cheer on the little boys playing with sticks in the woods. I love it when the floor creaks and listening to geese and when my mind is made up, it is made up.

I feel so young. I wear pink because it is pretty. I wear things that do not go together because I like the colors. I love to spin, and skip, and twirl around with my arms above my head. I like dancing with the boys and walking steep hills in the woods. I delight in mornings, but am too lazy to get out of bed. And when my mind is made up, it is made up.

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I would like to bring you here. Set you loose and just let you be. I want to say, look here, isn't the sky so blue? I want to say, walk here, how do the stones feel under your feet? I want to say, listen, do you hear the geese? I want to say, can you hear the plane? Do you feel safe in these woods? and then link arms with you and we'll marvel at the sky together.