“No, mom, it is right here, inside the house, see it?”

“I am glad that you see that bird Lea. I wish I could
see it.”

As the logs burned slowly into soft glowing embers,
Lea fell to sleep, snuggled against my body, and I thought
about the black and gold snowboarder as I drifted off into
my world of dreams.


 
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