My little girl with her teacup full.
My little girl with her papers and pens.
My little girl furiously writing with furrowed brow.
My little girl pausing and laughing at an unknown conversation
...turns and says, "I'm writing a book, Mama."
...let the words flow, my child.
Capture them, wrestle them, put them on paper.
It's the best way I know to make sense of this world...at 7...or 37.
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