When my baby cries in the night (so rarely) I come running to banish and shade of the night that might be troubling her.
And with no other language to speak in but that cry. It must be so frustrating sometimes, to be an adult and having no other language but to cry because those around do not want to understand you.Beautiful quote.Greetings from London.
And sleeping with the moon - wicked in the most delicious way.
What a stunning photo!
Wow, why don't I have all the time in the world to just sit and look at your blog.Love Renee xoxo
Yes I feel still the same, always an infant, sometimes even I don't know why I cry.Beautiful photo and words to make us think.Hugs to you!xoxConstance
Oh Yoli, this photo is great. And I love the quote that goes along with it. It's always relaxing to visit your blog.Wishing you a wonderful weekend.:)
The dilemma caught by parents with a newborn in those crying fits, captured splendidly by a great in the poetry world, Tennyson.
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