From the pram-eye view the world is a huge place, whirling like a galaxy from the proscenium arch of her canopy. That near trees and branches move and catch the light against the long-view and the background delights her.
The whole park moves, while she lies, schnuggled up in a blanket in a bed on wheels. I share her joy in parallax. The park becomes an abstract kinetic sculpture.
The lime leaves here throw back pure green to the receiving retini. Is lime green lime like a lime citrus fruit, or lime like lime tree leaves?
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