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Jun. 25th, 2006 11:12 pmIt's still the story, you know.
Once before a time, there lived a girl so close to home, it made her head want to burst. To open wide with all the voices and ideas in her head, the places she wanted to go. It was more than colored swirls on a Dr. Suess book, or bricks made of yellow. They were real, and wonderful things. Things that needed learning about, and being.
So as much as she loved her folks - and she really and truly did love her folks -- the girl knew she had to go. It couldn't just be the ideas that jumped anymore, it had to be her too. So she packed up everything she knew, planning to get on with learning everything she didn't. Wanting to go, and having to, that's two very different things, and our girl? She knew right where she was, and wasn't. The having she needed to get her between the two.
It's funny though. For not having to move the way she did, her folks still found a way to travel all the same. Mothers are good at writing letters with all the right words, and there was one in her mailbox close to every day. If she'd found a way for them to come on those non-deliverable days, there would have been letters then too. And fathers are good at packages, or at least hers was. Always trying to find some way of saying the things he hadn't managed the day she left, or the days after. There was a necklace once, an apple, and it'd been for Newton, he said. And so much pride that he knew, on the phone, the names of things. He was the blustery sort, and talking always served him better.
But if his little girl wore that necklace round her neck, well then just think. She'd be a full head taller than Newton, that's what she'd be. Just think about that.
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Once before a time, there lived a girl so close to home, it made her head want to burst. To open wide with all the voices and ideas in her head, the places she wanted to go. It was more than colored swirls on a Dr. Suess book, or bricks made of yellow. They were real, and wonderful things. Things that needed learning about, and being.
So as much as she loved her folks - and she really and truly did love her folks -- the girl knew she had to go. It couldn't just be the ideas that jumped anymore, it had to be her too. So she packed up everything she knew, planning to get on with learning everything she didn't. Wanting to go, and having to, that's two very different things, and our girl? She knew right where she was, and wasn't. The having she needed to get her between the two.
It's funny though. For not having to move the way she did, her folks still found a way to travel all the same. Mothers are good at writing letters with all the right words, and there was one in her mailbox close to every day. If she'd found a way for them to come on those non-deliverable days, there would have been letters then too. And fathers are good at packages, or at least hers was. Always trying to find some way of saying the things he hadn't managed the day she left, or the days after. There was a necklace once, an apple, and it'd been for Newton, he said. And so much pride that he knew, on the phone, the names of things. He was the blustery sort, and talking always served him better.
But if his little girl wore that necklace round her neck, well then just think. She'd be a full head taller than Newton, that's what she'd be. Just think about that.
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