where does your heaven begin?
Collected musings Judith Shandiin - a climber, designer and cultivator of wonder.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Toothpaste is foaming in your little mouth,
and the laughter sticks like toothpaste to the edge of our lips, just on the verge of dribbling.
It's a tooth-brushing party.
You'll be sleeping soon, little child,
but I don't want you
to wash that laughter off your face.
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