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I NEVER GET TIRED OF READING WHAT YOU WRITE SWEET KELLY SALES IN. YOU PUT MY PULSE ON THINGS I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY

Kelly & Lila

a long winter’s nap…

oh, that i, capped in my knit hat, could in this cold bed, sleep and sleep and sleep, until spring

until that day when this long dark night of democracy, so strangled of breath and warmth and light, finally flowers in fulfillment of its promise.

but wouldn’t i, in my sleeping, neglect all this sewing of love; and don’t i want to be a seamstress of our democracy? like the stories of Betsy Ross my father told, hoping to lend some icon of inspiration to his eager daughter in a world that offered her none

we lived just down the block from the liberty bell and independence hall where the declaration of our equal nation took flight without a single woman or man of other recognized

how too might i have lent my voice to jefferson’s pen?

my people, also called Jefferson, settled in this nation…

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Judi

Judi

Aside

Hooray for father who soke out against Victoria secret. I will never shop there if they go forward with this line of clothing for teens. Don’t we have enough to worry about without setting our young girls up like this!