my feet are never clean in the summer. no matter how i scrub them, they are very quickly black. and calloused. and my hair is matted. in the summer i can't grow out of my 10 year old self. she just sits in there directing. we sit by the lake picking glass, letting the waves wash up and soak my clothes. we run to the neighbors without putting on shoes. we eat ice cream whenever we get the chance. the only food we want is fresh fruit and barbecued veggie burgers with lemonade to drink. making quilts and listening to loud music. walking the dog along the lake. reading on the porch swing. and falling asleep at the end of the day, exhausted from the sun, with dirty feet.
on mini-retreats & revisiting older work
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