Caz Caz

The beauty of being dirty

We think that once we are grown, we are the teachers but to me, we still have so much to learn about how to play and live fully in our space. How to hold our hands up and ask for cuddles.

How to see our quirks, and like them, each and every one.

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Caz Caz

Seeds From the Suitcase.

I opened her suitcase, filled with newspaper clippings, old letters from the war, and all sorts of bits and pieces and it made me wonder if she would just take that old suitcase out and ponder through everything every now and then or did she just shove it under her bed and forget about it all?

Like little seeds that would never see the light again.

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