Monday, July 11, 2011

sacred day one hundred eighty-seven

porch swinging.

swinging my boy to sleep at my brother's house was a sacred moment.  surrounded by the evening air, sounds of the cricket and cicada symphony, & the sound of the swing. my boy curled up in this blanket that was mine  33+ years ago.  delight.  memory.  love.  life.  

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