we were once... infants, helpless, dependent on love.. on safety...at times too much or may be too little.. too close or too far..survival set in, stay.. run..fight, flight or freeze... found our ways... the end is predictable...the in between matters
Friday, April 15, 2011
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. Mark Twain
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