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Dad and I were just out in the yard and he picked this and gave it to me. They turn into those white fluff ball seed flowers I blew on when I was a kid. I think it’s sometimes it’s the little things in life we take for granted.

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Dad and I were just out in the yard and he picked this and gave it to me. They turn into those white fluff ball seed flowers I blew on when I was a kid. I think it’s sometimes it’s the little things in life we take for granted.




Dad and I were just out in the yard and he picked this and gave it to me. They turn into those white fluff ball seed flowers I blew on when I was a kid. I think it’s sometimes it’s the little things in life we take for granted.

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Weed-Flower Perspective is everything. Some people see these and kick them while making a wish...others appreciate the delicate beauty, and for this gnat, well, it is a monster climb to the top! - - -






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  • Olivia: *attempting to curl my hair
  • Me: *attmepting to clean my room*
  • Kayla : *attempting to make a graphic*
  • Olivia: *failing at curling my hair*
  • Me: *failing at cleaning my room*
  • Kayla: *failing at making a graphic*
  • Olivia: *gives up trying to curl hair*
  • Me: *gives up trying to clean room*
  • Kayla: *PUSHES THROUGH AND MAKES THE GRAPHIC*

A strange fear washed over Sumiko, a fear she’d never felt about Ichiro. It was a fear that Bull would not be returning. She tried to imagine him as an old man, and she could not. With Ichiro, she could see him in her mind growing oler, raising the kids she knew he would have. She saw the dapper old-man clothes he would wear. But with Bull, she could imagine him in his uniform but nothing beyond that. She shook off the thought.

“I’ll write you all the time,” she said. “Do you want magazines?”

“Don’t waste your money on me.”

“It won’t be wasted!” she cried.

He smiled one of his rare big smiles and pulled her close against his wide chest. “Sumi-chan,” he said quietly. He squeezed her so tightly that she couldn’t breathe. He loosened his grip.

“I’ll send you lots of magazines!” she said.