I see it in museums, and at the seashore, carnivals, parades and holiday celebrations. The look in a child's eyes as they marvel at something is to look into the face of angels; the innocence, naiveté, and the wonder of all things new to them. Amazing to me is that a child ever finds a reason for sadness, except as a witness to the destruction of beauty or their irreplaceable innocence. Wouldn't it be marvelous if we could all maintain this wonder of the universe around us, a desire to always find the magic in things, and the capacity to always see the beauty even in that which is not so much?
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