At Klara’s school, today is Hawaiian outfit day. Klara came downstairs in a very sparkly shirt.
“That’s not Hawaiian,” I observed.
“I’m an immigrant to Hawaii from the country of sparkle,” Klara deadpanned.
The Country of Sparkle
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