If we could only bottle that energy
If we could only bottle that energy we say looking on our grandchildren. Yet the energy comes in the living of it, and on its capture departs. Conversation is this tension between bottling our fear and entering into life. Death and life constantly tug, hug, dance, advance.
:- Doug.
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