because we sit on our sorrows and sing.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Today we were luxuriating in Southern life at its best--eating boiled peanuts from their shells. Skyler held up a peanut shell to me. "Mommy, what is dis?"
"That's a peanut shell," I answered.
He held it to his ear. "I hear de ocean!" he exclaimed.
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