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Note to Selfie,

• Today my eldest of two, one by marriage, pointed to the Skies and says, "So many clouds, touching." I'm carrying him, Teetering joyously in the seat of my folded arms, crossing the grassy plot to the Garden and respond, "Yes, they all wanted Uppies." His eyes open wide in disbelief, "No they did not." "But they did," I say convincingly reaching my big arm high, Index extended. "Too high!" trying to poke them down. "They're broken," he adds after a moment. They are, but I would have Never thought of it and now I hear a pleasant shattering of a Platter, to be used for sculpture, as happens with mismatched leftover Porcelain. "Uppies?" he asks, Clearly thinking about it. He concludes, "They wanted to hug the Blue," and Nods at his own understanding •