Friday, July 28, 2006
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Being a mother to two beautiful girls (ages newborn and three), survivor of infertility, dealing with post-partum depression.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
2 comments:
yay for CD 1!! I know how stressful to sit and wait for AF to visit.
Oh, and your new project sounds VERY exciting, too.
There we are...I understand you sooo much!!!
Yeah, that's a great great idea for your album!!!
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