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My sister was calling to me. "Why are there polar bears on my blanket?"
"Huh?"
"They're crawling all over me!"
Clearly this wasn't going to be a restful night of sleep. "I'll get Mom." I bolted out of bed and down the hall.
Ereth new that Poppy would find romance with the flowers and trees. He hoped she might find it with him. But his hopes for romance were dashed by a day-dreaming mouse named Rye. Rye? Who names their son Rye?
She was slight, so thin and frail. A spring zephr would feel like a full gale to her, tossing her like dandelion fluff. Where she would sleep tonight was unknown. Dinner? A luxury unavailable to her.
At the bell, slighted by her classmates, she vanished,
Would she reappear tomorrow when school breakfast beckoned?
Spring training. I'd waited all year to throw the ball for her. The chop was still floating atop the waves as I launched the ball. Splash! The catcher took her dive into the water and swam toward the falling sphere.
"It will be an old-fashioned pageant! The whole school can have parts!" She bubbled with enthusiasm. "We'll need music, and decorations, and speakers, and skits. Who wants to do the food? There is so much to do before we celebrate."
The petals of the crocus pushed through toward the sunlight in this phenomenally mild weather. Their cheery pastels were brighter against the brown of last year's dead grass.
I signed the petition to recall the tyrant who masquerades as governor of the State of Wisconsin. The sooner we are rid of his presence in this state the healthier for everyone. He may be the greatest Democratic organizer of all time. The Dems have never been more motivated to win an election. Recall Walker!
Something you believe; something that makes you feel, an idea from yourself, from the world, from others. You can fight wars for it, hug your neighbor for it, live your life for it.
Belief is powerful, is human, is...
She said,"dismissed" and before the final sound left her throat the class erupted toward the door and into the springtime sun.
My friend has a bad track record of closing restaurants. It seems whenever we discover a wonderful place for brunch, share our find and enjoy a meal there with her, the restaurant closes, burns, or goes belly up. It's a good thing she only has one birthday a year.
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