When we left California Mrs. Cline wrote and said her little daughter, Claire, pretended she would float on a huge cloud all the way to Colorado to where my big sister was.
So ever after Dawna pretended that, too.
And that there were skittles and heart shaped cookies up there.
I've a mind to believe them.
Don't you?
Love, me
P.S. If you stick around, there's something coming tomorrow, right here on the blog
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