Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. William Blake, from "Auguries of Innocence"

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Back to the Market, Nearly


Dear Daughter,

Papa is back, and is overjoyed to be together with you again.

We have already done a lot together. We have been swimming a couple of times, cooked at the English House, gone to the playground, and of course, ate sour sticks together.

We did try to go to the Market on Thursday, but they were already closing up for the day, so we ate lunch together at one of our favorite cafes. Papa missed going to the market, but sometimes we have to be patient and wait. Next week the Market will be back, and I can go while you are in school and get us our fruit, cheese, and flowers for the English House.

So, as you said when we came up to the Market, “Well, Papa, we can’t ask for anything today, they are closing up. But, we can come back next week.” Indeed, we can.

I Love You,

Papa

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