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rb, you make me blush! Thank you. I'm glad I piqued your interest.
The cubes and the poem idea are still at an initial stage but I decided not to be afraid and show them and see what the reaction was.
One of my favourite things has been that children love them, because they are soft. I don't know why this makes me happy. Maybe because children have good instincts and very natural reactions so I like that the work says something to them.
Edit - well I'm guessing it says bouncy castle but hey, that's good too! lol
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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