owning my words

I was seven, at my friend’s house down the street, and we were running along one of the dirt hills typical of the California desert child’s playscape. For an afternoon, we were beautiful grown-up women with houses and cars and busy lives full of walking in and out of our houses and driving our cars (...) owning my words ©Copyright 2011 Ashleigh Baker. All rights reserved.

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