Re: Misha B/Claire J
My momma? She was pale as could be, and her hair was like cornsilk and real long. Her eyes were blue as Spring skies fore storms, and she was real slim. She told stories bout princes and love and being happy, and she always had things to say. They were crazy things, but she talked always, and I thought she was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. I only saw her weekends, but she always hugged me real close and rained kisses all over my face.