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by E. E. Cummings

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
for even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

Though I haven't been able to do too much crafting lately, I DID have time to

jazz up this baby gift. How cute is this little guy?!

I was tidying up the other day and was finally getting around to finding a home for some junkin' finds. I almost did not buy this lovely little lady because her nose was so smashed (insert sad face her) but I am glad I did. There is something that makes things like her all the more beautiful becasue they are not perfect. Hope you are finding joy in imperfection today.