77 Words (10-18-11)

October 19, 2011 — Leave a comment

When I was a kid I would spend a lot of time in the mud. I’d fall down a lot and really sink my hands into the fresh earth.

I would love scraping the dirt from underneath my finger nails and picking large chunks from my hair.

But the best part was making my mom laugh at how dirty I was. Always more amazed then the last time, her laughter was the prettiest sound I’d ever heard.

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