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Sep 2018
I watched him sharpen his pencils
fully involved in the fact.
The paringss fell to the ground
fascinated by his own creative act.

And in a daze I gazed,
there was no him or me.
Until I heard a voice,
saying - what an awful mess!

The spell now cut in two
I heard a voice come through
"Mummy, I'll clean it up"
Back again to me and you.

Imagination is a gift.

Thy joy of wonderment!

A moment of bliss watching a child sharpen  his colouring pencils.
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