Joanne sent a box and in it was a baggie of Frogs. Large enough, bright enough to not get lost OutSide. Work was happening and Emrie who is feeling sick with something, played with them. Placing them here and there….making ribbet ribbet sounds, hopping them. Look at her back. It's wide and strong.
This one, was once Emrie's age.
After some hours of Doing, i watched them, through the window because i came InSide because Emrie said she wanted Milk which means she is ready to try for a nap. Which happened and she was fast asleep so i watched them out the window, two women working to finish a gate. This is what we are today. Two women finishing a gate…exchanging thoughts about how it might go, revising and continuing. Two Women. But what i was seeing is a daughter who was 16 who had a daughter child. And now there they are. A 40 something woman and a 30 year child daughter who is no longer a child and is just a woman.
On a Hill. With Goats. in California, 2019. The Old Nana, in the "house" with a sleeping 4th generation of same.
There is no Fire here today.
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