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Friday, January 14, 2011

January dribbles - 14

“The sky’s crying,” said the little boy, plucking a broken bird’s egg from the ground. They buried the shell under leaf-mold and weeds; and rain kept falling down.

“The sky’s dripping,” said little boy’s sister, shaking the wet from her hair.

“Sky’s splashy,” laughed the baby with never a care.

1 comment:

Alina said...

Interesting comments and perceptions of the same thing! X