I remember when I was a girl, my friends and I would sit cross-legged on the grass, blowing dandelion spores into the air, wishing for things like slumber parties and ice cream.
For the last several years, every time I pick up a dandelion, my wish has always been the same: to have a baby. One day I'm hoping the wind will blow in the right direction, and all the little dandelion spores full of wishes will swirl up into reality.
What are you wishing for?
1 comment:
My wish is blowing in the wind to you.
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