sweet nothings

April 21, 2014 § 10 Comments

Yesterday my daughter appeared beside me, her little girl hands cradling an abandoned bird’s nest. The unadorned simplicity of its elegant emptiness was in stark contrast to the memory of toddler hands greedily clutching at a confetti of confectionary eggs. Days once carefully orchestrated to infer evidence of magic now infused with a quiet appreciation for sweet nothings.




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