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Nathaniel remembered how, at bedtime, his mother used to pretend to pick all the nightmares out of the dreamcatcher on his wall, place them carefully in the pocket of her robe, and then go to the front door and fling every one of them into the evening breeze.
July 2, 2007 at 11:17 AM ::
I’ll tell you, between you and Jo, you’re flooding the room with so much beauty that I might have get another box of Kleenex for my desk. (I already have two.)
bakerina on 07/02/07 at 02:03 PM ::