Don’t I love to play ball.
I love to play ball.
Squirrel!
Trees are where the squirrels go.
Ruff! Ruff! I see that squirrel.
All I want now is to play with that squirrel.
Cat!
That is a cat.
I want to play with the cat.
Oh how I want to play with them.
Now I need to find my ball.
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Calista Marchand-Nazzaro
Always learning and always evolving. I’m a creative, an idea person, a thinker, a dreamer, and working on being a doer. Many interests. Varied content. Food. Sustainability. Comedy. Poetry. Music.
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