About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Again, I Tried
I came home this evening to find my front gate closed with my garbage can in front of the gate, blocking entrance to my home. Then, I went around the side of my home to find my lawn moyer blocking the entrance to the back gate. I then went inside my home and walked out my back door to look for all of my animals. Sweetie Mae was nowhere to be found. I then went back in the front yard and stood and listened. I heard her in the corner of the yard. I then remembered when we first brought Betty home. We had a terrible time with keeping Betty in the yard. Sweetie Mae is too small. My fence will not retain her. I had to give her back. Thus, the short history, of Sweetie Mae. History. Yes, there is a long history to Sweetie Mae. Yet, (my favorite word these days), yet, it all makes sense to me. I tried to make her fit in, realizing, this is not where she belongs. History.
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