Herself speaks.
I am cleaning out closets -- an onerous task, to be sure -- and sorting contents of all sorts of miscellaneous boxes. Old school papers, dollies, drawings, Legos, Care Bear miniatures, costumes. All of the memorabilia of the childhoods of the Offspring. And I came across a box with some baby things: some fuzzy onesies, the little blue winter jacket that everyone wore, a duckie blanket.
My heart. How are the Offspring so grown up now?
I miss seeing them. They are such lovely people, the Offspring. I hope the Universe spins in their favor, always.
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