Posted by Ursula on Monday, 2 June 2008
Never shall you learn more about yourself and another when either in acute distress.
Rock that little half walnut shell of a boat which constitutes one’s life at your peril. Illusions will be shattered, life long attachments questioned.
I have had three encounters this last weekend which leave me shaking more than just my head.
Holding head high above water, the next wave might throw a life line.
U
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