Wednesday, August 20, 2014


Dear Vale,

“People always say to me
"What do you think you'd like to be
When you grow up?"
And I say, "Why,
I think I'd like to be the sky
Or be a plane or train or mouse
Or maybe a haunted house
Or something furry, rough and wild...
Or maybe I will stay a child.”

your affectionate,

Karla Kuskin

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