Doing nothing special. Those are the best of days and the worst of days. “We’re bored” interspersed with moments of of brilliant inventiveness, where suddenly all they need is space to run and a stick to poke around in the sand. I loveto see them run, then stop when imagination and curiosity get the better of them and then run and run again. When they stop and look at the camera, I put it down. I wish I could remember what it felt like to literally jump for joy. Perhaps I’ll try it.
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