A Red Flyer wagon. Squeaky wheels. Bare baby feet kicked off the side. School clothes skipping next to me. Excitement hardly being contained. Weaving in and out of people. Finding friends. Ring a round the Rosey. Smiles. Sunshine.
Vegetables. Farmers. Soaps. Meats. Breads. Eggs.
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The food as genuine as the innocent babes now dancing around it, who will later be eating it. A day outside with friends. Shopping from the farmers. Loading up my wagon. Produce surrounding my baby.
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Taking it all in. Refreshing in so many ways.
~K
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