This afternoon sitting on the settee with Greg was a reminder of the role we play in life. I was nursing his head, as he'd had a nasty accident in school, and his head was blooming. His head on my lap and the uncertainty of any lasting damage.
A few weeks ago a work colleague suffered a similar bump to the head and was less fortunate. We hang by a thin chord.
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our beginning as well as our end is such a flimsy chance.
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