Some days I wake up and I'm five years old. I lose my weariness and find the pure joy of just being. The simple enchantment of creation and play remind me. This is why I art {yes, I'm using that as a verb. I'm five, and when you're so young you get to make up vocabulary, it's one of those unwritten-yet-irrefutable
Laws of the Universe that apply solely to children. Duh}.
[Found him
here. Alternate color-it-yourself version
here.]
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