New Life:
You know at first I used to revel in the absolute essence of diminution embodied in the tiny garb of an infant. Those socks seem impossibly small and their miniature party attire insufferably cute.
But every pleasure has its dark side.
And it becomes apparent when you calculate the result of the exponential formula that has the variables of age and filth generating capacity as inputs and laundering work as the output.
An end result of which the clothes line in the second photo is symptomatic.
Close observers might also notice the different ambience the two images and may be drawn to conclude that I was making a symbolic statement regarding the unbridled bliss of parenthood. Perhaps there was a hidden implication that the life of a parent is filled with radiance and joy, whilst that of the non-breeder is unfulfilled and overcast. Or perhaps it means that lemons are very good for bleaching vomit stains out of whites.
Or perhaps it simply means that the weather was crap in one photo and nice in the other.
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