“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Ya Ya Rolly Polly
Playing cards at Grandpa's and practicing his moves.
Oh he is too cute! Those little rolls are to die for! And the hairdo is gonna be world famous! Celebrities will be banging down your door wanting to know how their kid can get it! Thanks for sharing *loved it*
Playing cards at Grandpa's and practicing his moves.
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Oh he is too cute! Those little rolls are to die for! And the hairdo is gonna be world famous! Celebrities will be banging down your door wanting to know how their kid can get it! Thanks for sharing *loved it*
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