Dedicated to my daughter, Inas, who just turned twenty

the many roads that you choose to takewill lead you to the unknownand what such excitement awaitsdiscovering little treasures of your own
do not stop to talk to strangersyet do remember to make new friendsdo not pick the wild red rosesbut linger over delicate white's scent
dreams pass us by like clouds that driftwhile you build your treehouse on sturdiest boughsand in this way, your life will be livedhopes and hard work and love... for now
hopes and hard work and love... for now

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For magpietales


Ever since Inas was ten, she decided she wanted to become an architect to 'build a treehouse hotel'. She is in second year university doing architecture and I miss her.