Feel the way your mouth stretches into a smile at the end? That is her magic.
P.S. If you see her, tell her I still have her purple umbrella. She left it here in 1987. madam callooon
Finding the Whimsy: An Ode to Madam Callooon Feel the way your mouth stretches into a smile at the end
Ma-dam Cal-loo-oon.
Say it out loud. Go ahead.
I don’t know how she came to me. Perhaps it was a typo from a late-night journaling session. Perhaps she slipped through a crack in the universe. But suddenly, she was there. she was there.