Little flowers, adolescence and end of the evening.
1. As proud as Cornelia Graccha, I photograph the lawn daisies and dog violets that grow in my garden.
2. I see my son's hands are now larger than mine, and I wonder who stole away my baby.
3. Tipping threads and slivers of felt off the cutting mat and into the bin.
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