There Is Nothing Like Heidi Air
here is nothing like Heidi air.
What is it?
Mountain air. You know. The book Heidi?
The child shook her head, she had never heard of it.
The grandma fetched the book.
Before the second chapter Emma was Heidi.
Loving the mountain air and grandpa’s goats.
Snoring herself into a comfortable nap.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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