The first sister was usually quite mixed up. She never knew which end up was up, and she often zigged when she should have zagged.
The second sister often found herself debating back and forth. Should she? Shouldn't she?
But the third sister? She knew what she wanted from the get-go, and told you where to find it.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Sisters Three.
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