Finn loves water. LOVES it. If he comes across more than a cup of water, he will do all he can to immerse himself in it. That wagon is (was) full of water, which became displaced by Finn—like a fat man in a tiny tub.
And Libby is (has always been) psychotically addicted to rocks. She will salivate over a rock like a pregnant woman over nachos. Pictured above, she is swimming in her own spit.
And I am saturated myself: with the love of the life that is mine. I am very fortunate, and I am fully aware of it.
wes.
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