One corner of my writing desk dressed with a few favorites. My beloved horse and Ghost Son as a 2-year-old! Of course there is Tigger. And hanging from the lamp, a very special heart pouch filled with precious stones. It was made by my third-grade Waldorf students especially for me when I had to leave my post early. They made me an extraordinary certificate as well. Very dear, indeed. I never forget them.
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