Memories of the Wind.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Reminiscence of a childhood.
How often i need to remind myself that being a child is wonderful.
Bubbles are such a interesting thing to play with. Especially blowing bubbles. Watching them fly off into the misty night, big and small. Each carrying my dreams and inspiration and . . .
How often do i need to remind myself that i am not a child.
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Bubbles are such a interesting thing to play with. Especially blowing bubbles. Watching them fly off into the misty night, big and small. Each carrying my dreams and inspiration and . . .
How often do i need to remind myself that i am not a child.
....
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