when the clock strikes 12

September 8, 2008


As I walked in to visit a neighbor, I asked her about the “cinderella shoes” near the front door entry. Perplexed, she asked what I meant and, when I pointed them out to her, Lyn laughed. “Looks like my daughter came over last night . . .” Came and went, leaving only this picturesque trace.

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