a plate with melted iced cream and empty expresso cups......It is our Nature to find human faces....everywhere......I've wondered if dogs see 'dogs' in the clouds....they don't seem to always recognize their own images in mirrors........This is the part of us that found "GOD"....in our own image, I think....

 


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