Been reading Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass and what Alice found there. I would often leaf back and read again and again a particular paragraph under Chapter I Looking-Glass House.
Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty,they dress themselves all in green, and dance about-whenever the wind blows-oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so which it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown."
To a child, everything is grand, everything is beautiful...a smile is not pretentious, a lie does not slip through and a kiss cures all the pain.
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