Friday, March 31, 2006
74/365 Mary
Friend with wrinkled brow, searching questions, pile of books – and another, and another. What is the meaning of life? No, really, what is it? Earnest, seeking, I thought she was getting nowhere. Maybe she’s going the long way around, but what riches she picks up along the way.
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sounds like maybe she's taking the scenic route ... that's where all the really good stuff is, anyway
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