I remember driving home one night from an uncomfortable situation. Slowing for potholes and narrow bailey bridges on the rough gravel roads. Tunnelling through black cliffs, stars and spruce silhouettes. Our daughter, maybe four at the time, sleeping baby brother on the backseat beside her. She said, “I wanted to leave that place with my whole body.”
Dancing on Frozen Beaver Ponds 
Children have such an easy way of expressing their feelings, I could feel the atmosphere of your journey through her simple words. Lovely.
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Thanks Teri. It was strange, I read a line of poetry this morning and this memory came to mind. My daughter will turn 32 next month.
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Out of the mouths of babes…
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… a depth of perception and very simple statement from the heart.
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Perfectly stated.
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For sure…
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Reblogged this on Geo Sans and commented:
a poetic confidant … NaPoWriMo
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Thank you Geo.
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thank you
and
your are most
welcome
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Reblogged this on sightbites.
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Thank you!
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