It’s not hard to imagine that somewhere there’s a broken-hearted little girl, anguished at having lost one of her special pink gloves.  Her mother or father probably tried to console her.  Probably not with a lot of success.

Alas.  So do the lessons of life proceed.  The little losses grow into larger ones.  And slowly do we learn of the impermanence of most things.

But, still, you feel sorry for that little girl, wherever she is.

Lost Glove

Lost Glove

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