"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Easter
16 April 2017: "What's the prognosis?" --my incredibly precocious four-year-old niece today, while we were playing with her animal hospital kit. She's got quite the vocabulary and always makes me laugh.
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