I pointed out a pelican to Phoebe. He was resting on a rock, 20 feet or so out in the water. "I want to pet him," she said and told me to go across the water so we could find him.
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Dear One has always been a term of endearment in my family. Once when my father called Phoebe "Dear One," she began repeating it, singing it really, as she ran around the house.
Phoebe
December 2008
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