Emily played with the magnetic Poetry on our fridge at the crib a couple of years ago and wrote this.Ruth (her mum) just sent it to me and reminded me of how much I like it.
she wrote a yellow answeryou follow time like rainstart each day with home
the storm sings through my truthi swim in whisperswhere fast colours fly
Ruth and I are going to do some journalling around it and see what we come up with.
AND HERE THEY ARE..NOT VERY GOOD PHOTOS..SOME NOT QUITE FINISHED BUT NEARLY.
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