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To love a small child, seen and unseen,
Honest and transparent love
Innocence held up today as a rare treasure
Such beauty of simplicity
Toys in a sandbox of contentment.
In a world that always becomes more difficult
Where stress climbs long steps up to questionable monuments,
Things built by human hands
Where satisfaction always takes wing in the end Continue reading “A Small Child Waits”