Found Anna in her cherished windowed corner kitchen, glowing in the blank bright white of day, parleying with succulents, mending her mane.
We et up Chinatown and stomped around SoHo,
went to Coney Island to see what Grandma had to say.
Oh, the possibilities! The claptrap chasms!
Ashley
August 26, 2012 at 9:08 pmjoys!
megh
August 26, 2012 at 9:10 pmYour absence was noted! Your presence was missed!