miss.bailey:
(2/52) the greatest poem ever known is one all poets have outgrown: the poetry, innate, untold, of being only four years old.
miss.bailey:
(5/52) lost between the wonder and the why.
miss.bailey:
after a visit to the beach, it's hard to believe that we live in a material world.
miss.bailey:
the cure for anything is salt water.
miss.bailey:
how we spent this afternoon
miss.bailey:
(8/52) life is good
miss.bailey:
beach baby
miss.bailey:
(9/52) may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
miss.bailey:
freedom is the oxygen of the soul.
miss.bailey:
where he wants to be
miss.bailey:
how our beach days typically look
miss.bailey:
it was only a warm sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving. but like the morning light, it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
miss.bailey:
childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.
miss.bailey:
priceless
miss.bailey:
(10/52) don't play what's there, play what's not there.
miss.bailey:
this is when i put my camera safely in my crumpler for awhile.
miss.bailey:
(11/52) these are days you’ll remember, never before and never since, i promise
miss.bailey:
childhood is a promise that is never kept.
miss.bailey:
where the perfect day happens
miss.bailey:
happiness (hap-ee-nis)
miss.bailey:
the crew
miss.bailey:
to see a world in a grain of sand
miss.bailey:
if you want to be happy, be.
miss.bailey:
sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths.
miss.bailey:
good times
miss.bailey:
hazy fun
miss.bailey:
(16/52) the place to be
miss.bailey:
the look.
miss.bailey:
blue skies
miss.bailey:
wherever he goes
