A poem to revive childhood memories this week: Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson. I still recall many joyful afternoons and evenings in the basement of our Virgina home making the sofa into a spaceship or the cushions into safe rocks surrounded by lava. I hope I never completely lose that creative innocence inside me. Hopefully, rolling dice to fight against dragons every other week is helpful. :)
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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