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they were born in a restaurant. that’s the whole story. the cuteness speaks for itself.
It was midnight on the ocean,
Not a streetcar was in sight;
While the sun was shining brightly,
For it had rained all night.
‘Twas a summer’s day in Winter,
And the rain was snowing fast,
As the barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood sitting in the grass.
- anonymous
Places I've been, places to go, things to save, objects moments spaces of mystery beauty whimsy wonder.
