MARY:
I need a place where I can go,
Where I can whisper what I know,
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them.
I need a place where I can hide,
Where no one sees my life inside,
Where I can make my plans, and write them down
So I can read them.
A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me.
A place where I can go when I am lost,
And there I'll find me.
I need a place to spend the day,
Where no one says to go or stay,
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be.
-The Secret Garden
Hi Abby! I was so excited to see your comment! And I love reading your blog--so fun! I should definitely come visit (even though it's not Mari's birth week anymore)and I should definitely go to JoAnns (I read somewhere that there is a certain someone who likes to sing there :) love it!). I hope you're doing well! And Spencer (I sometimes call him Scott) says hi!
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