Leila used to call her shadow "my angel." "Look at our angels," she'd say, as we walked along in the sunshine.
Last night I asked her what those dark things that followed us were called. She said "shadows." "You used to call them angels," I reminded her.
"Well, I got a little carried away."
1 comment:
Damn that maturity, that pragmatism! I love the magic and am sad when it goes away. Of course, her comment was hilarious! ;-)
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