The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Penny Candy

Jars full of cookies and candy. I always made him search for a red one. The butter cookies I slid on my fingers. The twinkies and the honey buns. I can't forget the wind mill cookies. I wanted them when I was grown and my belly filled with my son. My daddy mailed them to me along with money for ice cream.

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