Today a dear friend gave me a dear gift.
This beautiful, old picture book.
The muted hues and mis-proportioned characters made me feel nostalgic.
These were the days of quiet picture books.
When it was okay for the story and the pictures to just be simply sweet, honest and heartfelt.
In this book there are no dynamic typefaces.
No sub-plot.
Not even much of a plot.
It's simply about things that fall down....
because things do.
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