Suppose it was as simple to keep the sap of love flowing through the roots, trunk, and branches of the family tree as it is to sit in a restaurant, sipping fruit smoothies and sopping up soup with our bread, giggling at the outlandish story told by a seventeen-year-old?
If the separation and alienation that is “natural” in adolescence …. isn’t?
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Till next time – I’ll be giggling at that story!
