I cannot pass up a prism at a yard sale or flea market, and they repay me by casting rainbows around my kitchen during the dark months of winter. Over the past 30 odd years every time I see these tiny rainbows they bring a smile to my heart and my lips.
Friday, February 13, 2015
a rainbow on my collar
MAPLE SYRUP, sugarhouse, a snowstorm...
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