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The Day’s Delight: Mother & Child

The heat down by the lake– as if this isn’t an enormous inland sea that emanates cold from its depths that the distant sun can’t do a thing about.

The unintentionally matching blue and yellow with my son as we had a picnic supper on the rocks somewhere I’d only ever driven past: too close to home to stop.

And his aliveness and lightness, leaping easily and like an animal at home in its body. And the youngness that’s still there like a vein of bright quartz at the core– games and inventions and ideas and wonderings not held back by any need to be someone other than himself.


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