Inside the snow globe on my father's desk , there was a penguin wearing a red and white striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top , then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. the penguin was alone in there, I thought , and I worried for him. When I told my father this , he said , "Don't worry ,dear , he has a nice life . He's trapped in a perfect world".
PS. Hey there. Yes , you.
Thanks for asking me to write.
Its a nice "strange" feeling being caught in my own imperfect world. (Wink Wink)
Love More and Smile Often.........
This is the Midnight Girl Signing out........... :D :D
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