There's nothing to this: there is neither theme nor story behind this image. It's just a quick and simple drawing of a child who could be from about any time period, yesterday, today or tomorrow, since, albeit a child is always changing, children remain constant. And that's yet another reason why this old world remains so constantly beautiful.
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Humpty Dumpty, Again
For reasons obscure even to me, I occasionally become fixated on anthropomorphic eggs falling off walls. However, if memory serves, this is ...
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Sighing a contented sigh, he held her hand in his and, gazing lovingly into her eyes, whispered, "I have sailed through the silent seas...
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They walked together in the twilight, arm in arm, down the boulevard and onto the bridge. She had never felt so happy. She glanced up at him...
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The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by...
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