She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the
faintest scent of a
faintest scent of a
cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to
pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through, and away she
flew.
-Jerry Spinelli
3 comments:
That is so LOVELY.
I like it very much. (:
I know me too!
I saw it and got excited.
i love this!
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