(Photo Credit: J.S.Brand)
“What do those beautiful shapes signify Mama?” asked nine-year-old Ashita in a voice tremulous with excitement.
“They signify the very essence of life my child” replied a calm and sedate Joanne. Every sculpture and design teaches you not only how hard it is to create something but also how alarmingly simple it is to destroy. Always remember that an arrow that has left a bow and a word that has divested itself of a tongue can never be retrieved.”
Even though the essence of the moral was lost on Ashita, she felt a swell of pride towards her mother.
(Word Count: 99)
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