Five-year old in my colony drew a painting for me and I reciprocated in kind.
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I love it on days when everything moves at an unhurried pace. Nothing exceptional happens, and yet you are in complete harmony with this mundane normalcy.

Or perhaps it so happens that the sky looked cheerfully clear and quietly uplifting. Or maybe I was generally happy with the way my imagination delivered.

I was having this fun conversation with ( Read more... )