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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

BUBBLES FROM THE PAST

"Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things."
~Pierce Harris ~

Sometimes I think we just need to be sad; to feel nostalgic and a little mushy inside- touched by the beauty of our fragile world. It's a softness and a warm glow- a vulnerability, a smile, a reminder of where we've come from, and the lingering kindness of good friends.

I feel the sweet sadness of life on earth.