christmas eve 1988: a story in two parts [brook] i was but a wee lass, still fully enraptured by the santa claus spell. i firmly believed – nay, knew as fact – that mr. claus would be scooching down that chimney sometime in the noctural hours, and that knowledge was enough to deprive me of […]
this is my favourite picture from my sister’s birthday celebration — not posed or staged, just the happy faces of my family.
“in the quiet of this day may you know the greatness of your spirit and may your hopes fly on the wings of possibility.” happy number twenty-seven, little sis. i can’t imagine my life without you in it.
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