Maia and I were going to the supermarket. We rounded the corner at the top of the hill and saw a beautiful sky, blue with clouds tinged with orange and pink. Maia said
'Mummy look! The clouds have been kissed by the sun and their cheeks are pink!'
It made me feel all wistful and almost weepy.
Then, on the way home, she saw a house with leafless ivy covering the wall. She said
'Yuck, look, Mummy, that house is all hairy.'
A touch less romantic, perhaps, but still a poetic interpretation.
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