Ummm....
My daughter inspired me to do this post.
Puddles-
What are puddles? They are imaginary maps to new places. They are reflecting pools to memories of our past. Puddles are like stepping stones to step into or ponds to avoid. They are smoke and clouds and flashes of light. They are friends to our thoughts and feelings. They never grow old and always draw our minds to think. When there are puddles after a rain I am transported to new lands, new places, and new feelings. Puddles are always like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day, getting a letter from a friend you miss, a hug from someone you love.
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