Sunday, 16 October 2016

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"A portrait of my younger child, once a week, every week, in 2016."

Roan:  he dumped the baby doll he was strolling and meandered into the neighbors' field where hay bales are rising one by one like the backs of whales out of a golden sea.

We've been practicing trick-or-treating so that by the time Halloween comes, he'll be used to the costume and holding his pumpkin pail.  I just can't get him to say "trick-or-treat" though!

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