Watching this sweet child racing the waves, flying like a fairy, building sand castles and enjoying the magic and awe of this beach and some other fantastical, ethereal place in her mind, one envies such pure, innocent, boundless imagination. She frolics unencumbered by the questions and worries of politicians, managers, philosophers, and theologians, unware ofContinue reading “Bravely Facing “Fleeting” Time “with a Heart for any Fate””
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Sweet Words from Maine 