Like the story of the princess and the pea, the little bump of snow in the center of the table is an echo of sea shells, which my dear friend and amazing poet Elena Georgiou gave me. Even in winter, summer is present. Even in adulthood, the child in us still shapes who we are. Thank you to all the people and events that have bumped me, and made me who I am.
Feb 26, 2010 | Random Thoughts