12 January 2012

Grateful to have pause thrust gently and warmly upon me, I sit on the floor with my cup of tea, and she hops down from the chair to sit beside me. She conjures wild visions of unlikely dinners and a less likely restaurant where she’ll live with Disney characters and all her babies, and when she left, she cast a spell with a spin of her flower-wand, with the perfect incantation: there’s no place like home.

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