Saturday, February 4, 2017
(Old half-baked post from my drafts..)
- Sight of a squirrel, napping peacefully on my backyard fence.
- Sight of a squirrel, napping peacefully on my backyard fence.
- Sound of a kiss from adjacent room, most likely by a dad on forehead on his beloved sleeping son.
- Sight of his baby fingers lifting his pant little up and scratching the itch on the ankle all by themselves.
- Sound of a laughter.
Sights and sounds, too mundane yet too precious.
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