Anne Geddes Redux. I stepped
out the door of a Hartford CT apartment, and this puzzle was lying in the trash
can on the way to my car. I would like my children, should I have them, to know
the world as it is, a world with flowers to be sure, but also with its measure of brick
and asphalt. This is a small revision of a fairy tale, a middle story
between
Anne Geddes and Brothers Grimm.
