The Magic of my Cookie Monster Handbag
November 10, 2019
“I’m Miss Marci and I teach Superheroes”, with a Cookie Monster handbag on my arm.
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“I’m Miss Marci and I teach Superheroes”, with a Cookie Monster handbag on my arm.
She was the Merchant of Marvels on the Ship of Dreams, with a billowing rainbow sail in a warm starry sky and a velvet bag full of stars that she can throw out into the sky whenever she wants, and I’ll be looking up, my eyes open wide, my heart open wide, my arms open wide, ready to catch them.
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