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And now I draw and now I fly.
I fly and sing.
I sing and dance.
I dance and play.
All the things I started yet never finished.
The homestead gate opens. A man holding a small boy’s hand walks through. The man has the little boy’s colorful backpack in his…
I need to skip ahead to Saturday evening and go back to the neighborhood walk later. Jane, the kids’ mother, called to say that she would be…