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A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.

Noah:

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

Madison:

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

(I'm hoping my children will love Sting as much as I do.)

Linking in with Jodi @ Che and Fidel.