it's been a while since a sleep over. She and i alone, time. Each time she's different…her changes evident because of the singularity of us. This time, again. Her conversations are paragraphs instead of sentences. She has complex questions.
Where did you grow up? Where is Michigan? What is a state? In between things there is singing….just rising up…she makes up the words…foreign languages. I don't comment, don't want her to become self conscious about this…i love it. so BeautyFull. and for the first time, swinging was Swinging. not an "activity" of being swung. i have a rope tied to it. Sit and keep it moving by pulling the rope. Again, singing. And just free association, her own thoughts and observations of the things around us, the day itself…the feeling of it. A really long time. More than an hour. closer to two.
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