Monday, September 24, 2012

Dear good hair days,

Sometimes you are just blessed.  And that's lucky.  Sometimes those are also the days when you read over a hundred pages.  Sometimes you clean all the things you've been meaning to clean.  Sometimes you can give wise counsel to friends far and near.  Sometimes you can do all those things and still forget to make the chicken. 


love,
hannah

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