Tuesday, February 28, 2006
43/365 Nicola
Sweet niece, this year’s glowing bride-to-be, and my image when her name is spoken is thumb-in-mouth, little curled pigtails and a t-shirt that says “I’m a peach”. How can she be all grown-up? How can she be hostess with the mostest? No longer child or girl, but woman.
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Every time I read one of these pieces, I think what a wonderful creative exercise you've adopted for yourself and what a wonderful job you do of it.
Thanks, Wenda. Oddly, every time I write one of these pieces, I feel I haven't done justice to the spirit of the person I am trying to capture, then I glance through someone else's eyes, (yours, perhaps?) and see a glimmer that says Yes, they are there.
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