Imagination: fuel and fertilizer of our future
The gentle magic of the last beams of a spring evening were straining their way through our window, splashing a colorful spectrum across our white bedroom walls. I was splayed across the bed with...
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The gentle magic of the last beams of a spring evening were straining their way through our window, splashing a colorful spectrum across our white bedroom walls. I was splayed across the bed with my beloved Madame P at the ebbing moments of a day when the reign of a new season’s sun had teased and threatened my breaking a sweat. Full Article
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