How I wait
A retired photographer one chilly February dawn, for one more gentle explosion in the sky to catch on film.
A fourth grade class, for the hands of the clock to bend to nine, to unwrap a sandwich, to chase each other around the room, to not sit with both hands on the desk.
The sixth man on the team, for the chance to strip off his warmers, to hear ( Read more... )
A fourth grade class, for the hands of the clock to bend to nine, to unwrap a sandwich, to chase each other around the room, to not sit with both hands on the desk.
The sixth man on the team, for the chance to strip off his warmers, to hear ( Read more... )
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fantastic! haha
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