- I experienced a momentary feeling of innocence none of us truly has past the age of one.
- Children take no credit for their innocence. Not only didn’t they create it, they eschew it, disposing of it at the first opportunity.
- Lydia wore her innocence as she wore Aunt Agatha’s diamond-studded brooch- prominently, but as something not discussed by those of good breeding.
- Anthony wondered, “If I contemplate giving up my innocence, perhaps I already have. Can a truly innocent person conceive of abandoning it?”
- Portia shed her innocence with no more thought than she’d give to removing her raincoat when a storm had passed.
Quilters have their stacks of “some day” fabric, woodworkers their scraps “too nice” to discard, seamstresses their jars of "special" buttons Writers have their notebooks of “metaphors,” “transitions,” “characters,” etc., filled with scratchings and ideas that appeared--often unbidden--like literary puppies on their doorsteps. Among my finished pieces below I've scattered some of my "snippets." They are literary whimsy, not meant to be philosophical or even consistent with each other.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Innocence
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