christmas ribbons
and wrapping paper
drape dead bambi,
mocassins
never made.
"Nice rhythm," says Virginia. "I could dance the canoe step."
"Don't tell me you were in Boy Scouts," I say.
"No, but my dad was," she says. "We'd dance around campfires on our section hikes."
Friday, January 8, 2010
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