A woman at a recent craft fair, looking at the wish bone illustration on this card (second row on the right):
“You know, wish bones have worked for me every time. I grew up on a farm so we often had wish bones. I kept wishing for a horse. It took several years, and then finally, my parents got me a horse. You know what I named her? ‘Wishbone!'”
You can find my wish card here.
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