"She realized she was lucky - because she could actually see it - how the trees got more beautiful each year...how they danced with such graceful pride, surviving each season's change...and she knew their beauty lied not in the perfection, but the growth...and she could see it - in the trees, the people around her, and some days, even in herself...and so she would dance" ~Jodi Hills
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Hoppy the frog
Buried beneath these stones is Hoppy the frog. A little guy who couldn't handle the rough little fingers that held him. Poor thing.
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