Twisted candles, cinnamon toast
Books with yellow spine
My name inside
(I’d written there)
When I was young and the world was mine.
Beneath the pine, on needles there
Each afternoon, I’d hide
The mysteries of a simpler life
Would ebb and flow
In a narrative tide.
As shadows fell across the page
A ribbon held my place
Carried home on storied wings
Dreams of candle wax
And cinnamon on my face.
Oh, me tooooo!!! 🤗
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I always loved Nancy Drew as a child. I think I read all her books 🙂
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Right? ❤️
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Loved Nancy Drew. Read every book. And escape, to be sure, but also a model of what a self-assured, motivated, and organized young woman could accomplish. Not sure I had any of those three, but a girl can dream!
Rebecca Smith 541.944.6339 Sent from my iPhone
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