Monday, August 3, 2009

Of Pianos and Playhouses

We come to Grandma and Grandpa's house. I'm still at the door, taking off my shoes. Hannah's at the piano, asking without words to be put on the bench. She takes it so seriously, this music making of hers.

"This is my house, Momma," says Heidi as she nestles under the outspread branches of an accommodating tree, "I want to stay here forever!"

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