I wasn’t in a playful mood after dinner.
The boy drew at his desk.
He drew a yellow circle with a giant smile.
Then we read a book.
That one with the big spider.
We read it again.
And a book about the solar system (when Pluto was still a planet).
He returned to the desk.
He drew a blob with two arms.
He called it a birthday card.
He added “d a d – e d” in giant letters.
Six weeks early. Just in time.
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A river is, in its essence, a thing that branches.
James Gleick in Nature’s Chaos
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A white horse comes as if on wings.