Through rose colored glass

Henry Meynell Rheam 1908

Today I randomly looked up at a window of an apartment and saw figurines of all seven dwarfs staring back at me through the glass.

You know how when you’re thinking of something you end up seeing it everywhere? It’s not like things are magically appearing..your eyes are just filtered to that particular hue. Well. For this very reason, I’m going to try to always have at least one thing on the brain that delights!

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