Out of the big group hired, there was one guy who stuck out.
He was the same age as me.
He had been married seven years.
He had two children.
One was two and a half years.
One was five and a half months.
When held up to the silk tapestry, we realize how many rips there are in our fabric.
I am definitely not a grown up.
And, I am going to convince myself that that is a good thing for as long as I can get away with it.
shalom.
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