Dear Byrd,
Today I started working on my creative writing works, sort of breathing life back into this part of me after finishing the dissertation. Dad and you lay on the floor and cooed at each other. When Dad went to work I took you for a run. Along Lake Harriet I saw turtles, giant turtles sticking their heads up. It was a rainy gray day, cool enough for sweaters. Three small children ran up to us and showed me the fish they had caught, they looked like pieces of a torn up truck tire. We met Dad at a going away party for a friend. You are asleep now with your lion friend. I am going to wash up and join you. I am so sleepy.
All my love,
Mom
potato leek soup
6 days ago
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