Eve is 7 years old . She made this poem for Thanksgiving:
Quite amazing, these observations and thoughts of a seven year old girl. It keeps me speechless.
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Thanksgiving was also Eve's birthday.
Part of my birthday present for her this year was a big piece of silky red fabric. It's one of the last pieces of my big collection of fabric dreams I acquired in Germany. Most of it I left behind when I moved to the America ten years ago.
I thought it might be of use in all kinds of ways for a girl like Eve, and I am glad to see it becoming and giving wings...