A Sense of Wonder

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"A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. For most of us that clear-eyed vision is dimmed or lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I would ask that her gift to each child be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation from the source of our strength."

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✍ Rachel Louise Carson (Springdale, Pennsylvania, U.S., 27 May 1907 ~ Silver Spring, Maryland, U.S., 14 April 1964).
◙ Viktor Mikhaylovich Vasnetsov ~ The Flying Carpet (a depiction of the hero of Russian folklore, Ivan Tsarevich).


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