Wednesday, June 13, 2012

A journal

Years ago I got a journal with a saying on it...
it never meant much to me until my son Calder was born and made it home in my arms.  

Now it is clear that journal is for now and the odd foggy blur between Violet living and Calder breathing.

So I plan to jot down all the mix-ups and confusions between her and him and his being here and Violet being elsewhere


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