Winsome Whitley

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We met up on an overcast evening just before the light dropped.  Little Whitley and I had a few chats, she poked at some crickets and shared her little heart with the wind while rocking in her little, white seat.  Love that these feel like hanging out with her.  Love this sweet age of confusing conversations, smiles that feel like they come straight from her heart and the way those baby hairs twist around.  Winsome Whitley.