You know that insipid serpentine implement in your closet wanting spirit and animation...string on a shotgun bead darkened...gloves afire...running the gauntlet...you know that dark closet wall fragrance of Old Spice where I am backside to another brick in the wall...just lay it on...
Oh yeah.... and so it is, and a lifelong battle, too, to keep the heart from becoming calloused, too. That, I think, would be the true definition of age. Well done.
Sage
Love,
Eileen
Peace and love, Carole
Paul;-]
love Tinka