There are times when our usefulness is all but past.
Four hundred years ago I was built, when my spiral staircase seemed to screw itself into the floor.
Suits of armour stand empty of blood and bone, and banners with faded crests, hand limply between arched stone roof and well trodden flag.
The Minstrel gallery, termite ridden, echo's to the sound of lute and harp.
In the once well kept grave yard, time worn tomb stones lean at drunken angles.
A soft leaded pencil and tishoo paper, may reveal who lies beneath the sod.
I care not about my future, for I am no longer a stately home. Use what is left of me as you see fit.
The familiar lament of dual-career parents raising children is, "I just can't do it all." The Libra Solution provides an alternative - a more satisfying and sustainable work and life approach - to the overwrought modern day norm.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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