storyteller and all-around creative distraction
Dylan, sitting on the ground, mud streaks on his cheeks like war paint. I say, “We are going in the house right now if you don’t stop eating that dirt!”
Ran in front locomotive, which arrived late.
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laura.rae.amos (at) gmail (dot) com
PO Box 10480
Alexandria, VA 22310-9998
also = wife // mommy // Michigan-native, metro D.C. transplant // occasional photographer // not really much of a musician anymore // “the quiet girl” // Buddy’s Pizza // tree-hugging hippie // B.A. English, Creative Writing // cosmopolitans // defectively shy and kind of antisocial // shamelessly dorky Sims habit // caffeine junkie