nuances, moments, a celebration of the mundane -- life in brief.
This is lovely. I feel like I'm looking at a snapshot...you know those grainy ones that make you feel sort of lonely but they're beautiful at the same time? Like that.
thank you, cheryl. :-) that's the idea.
as you age and grow older, your younger years, the toddler, the child, the teenager, the reckless adult, they do not dissipate and give way to maturity; they sink in and they continue with you, like concentric rings of a thick tree trunk, giving strength and form to the layers on the surface.
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