Pick me up by the laces of my suede-bottomed floor-scuffed oxfords and fly me to a room full of brassy, nutmeg flavored music.
Please.
Lead me to a meadow where my bare feet dance in the grass that is lush and smells lush and feels lush and is lush. Cotton against my skin and a breeze in the strands of my hair.
Please.
Place me on the Washington mall and let me walk in heels that meet the pavement to create that solid clack that rings of independence and success.
Please.
Show me a wood-planked farm house with chipping paint on acres of land where I can use my hands to plant and collect eggs and learn the earth. Where my feet in yellow rain boots will splash in puddles.
Please.
Find me finally in slippers in a home, remnants left by small handprints on the walls, a room of books and a room of windows. A home where warmth grows exponentially and generations gather continually.
Please.
Please.
Lead me to a meadow where my bare feet dance in the grass that is lush and smells lush and feels lush and is lush. Cotton against my skin and a breeze in the strands of my hair.
Please.
Place me on the Washington mall and let me walk in heels that meet the pavement to create that solid clack that rings of independence and success.
Please.
Show me a wood-planked farm house with chipping paint on acres of land where I can use my hands to plant and collect eggs and learn the earth. Where my feet in yellow rain boots will splash in puddles.
Please.
Find me finally in slippers in a home, remnants left by small handprints on the walls, a room of books and a room of windows. A home where warmth grows exponentially and generations gather continually.
Please.
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