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Nov 2012
"           "
              * Squizzel
                wa       s       my
                    first      word,    
                                                            sat upon my mothers                                        knee.

          ­                                                 Two little maple syrup eyes                   blinked, smiled,
                                                            look­ed up at me from under a         wild mop of Autumn 
                                             coloured hair; A tiny little hand      curling around                                                  my finger.  Such love. I feel.
     **She'll be sipping 
                                          a Gingerbread Latte along-side me today,
                                               when, just two, walk through the park      
                  feeding squirrels,
                 silently.
13/11/2001
(That's 4015 nights, of watching starlit dancing)

The title - were my mums words to me
(& my words to my little ginger toddler)

Her soundtrack, for my life...
Fairground Attraction, Whispers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaXZtEUXddI
Tilly
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Tilly
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