pirtures don't lie.

ms. my hands were cold is over it already.
ms. she-really-did-have-curly-hair-that-night,
we have made her cry.
oh, and that fella to the right, he's the new addition.
curly's dude.
("she did good,"  as my mama would say.)
we don't talk.  we just stare.
my hands are cold, over there to the left,  we've lost her.
curly tries to keep her fella in line.
it's hard.
whatever LD is saying,
ms. my hands were cold is not in agreement.
if you take another picture.
there will not be another IV years.
(and the little one?  she checks out before it even begins.)

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