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New Wendy print finally completed. Oh, how sweet and sad Peter Pan is.
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
New Beatnik Love print up on etsy. This print looks so good in our living room, I really love the colours. We have a stack of other framed prints we've been meaning to hang for ages but never get round to it. Must do so this week, I'm the world's worst procrastinator when it comes to stuff like that. So tired tonight... yawn...