Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.
As carousels form part of a type of playground. I always find it magical when all you see and feel, are colors, the details of the paintings, jumping horses, the wind blowing in your head and a regression to what your childhood was or should have been.
Dream life isn't only in your head
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