“Ev! Ruby is outside!”
A blur as she races passed me, running barefoot out of the house.
“Ruby! I’m here!”
My daughter is a rough and tumble kid. Her legs are a map of mosquito bite, scabs in various stages of healing, bruises she has no recollection of getting, and scratches and scrapes. She’s tree climber, a hill roller downer, and the kind of kid who, b…
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