Imaginings of the Imagination
- Jul 31, 2019
- 1 min read
Does the imagination die slowly?
I just got back from Disney World and had the wonderful experience of delighting in the exploding fireworks, the whiffs of hot Turkey Legs, and gut wrenching spinning and turns of Space Mountain and other coasters throughout the parks.
Luckily, I've been several times, but each time is a uniquely joyous occasion. Still marveling from my most recent trip, I can only imagine how much more stupendous it was on the first time.
What was I thinking and how was it all to me?


















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