7.22.2010

When the Sun Sets ...



I wish for the same thing each night when the sun starts to set.

Children who sleep in so they can stay up later.

So I can walk with them through a field and sit them on a log.

Weave them a story.

And let whatever happens, happen.

Like this.



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