tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293930247952479853.post5871997388934569837..comments2023-10-10T09:21:00.169-07:00Comments on limonana: The Girl & the Goldfishlimonanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06198074956942255800noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293930247952479853.post-3671948881181677272017-07-03T08:58:25.420-07:002017-07-03T08:58:25.420-07:00It makes me remember China and South Africa, where...It makes me remember China and South Africa, where I raised my children. If Africa the boys in the village I would visit every Sunday to teach, would collect pieces of plastic and paper that blew in the wind to create kites. They were so creative. I carried all my babies with me on my back. In China I loved the beauty of their crafts and their love to be outside in nature, often with their only child. Anna Resendizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15857056222454235130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293930247952479853.post-4651620143058315852017-07-03T08:32:48.122-07:002017-07-03T08:32:48.122-07:00It makes me remember China and South Africa, where...It makes me remember China and South Africa, where I raised my children. If Africa the boys in the village I would visit every Sunday to teach, would collect pieces of plastic and paper that blew in the wind to create kites. They were so creative. I carried all my babies with me on my back. In China I loved the beauty of their crafts and their love to be outside in nature, often with their only child. Anna Resendizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15857056222454235130noreply@blogger.com