Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it. ― W. Somerset Maugham
This is why I love to play with my son … he finds, creates, seeks this kind of transient beauty that my brain has forgotten to find and create. I so enjoy your blog, Mel.
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This is why I love to play with my son … he finds, creates, seeks this kind of transient beauty that my brain has forgotten to find and create. I so enjoy your blog, Mel.