Not every living thing has a heart. All multicellular organisms need to induce nutrient flow, but not all have a heart, so let’s forget about those heartless creatures for a bit. I’m half a bottle of whiskey done and I am bored. So let’s talk about the Heart.
I remember when I was three, having a bath with my mother, and when I was four, leading my sleepwalking sister back to bed before she woke up and freaked out. And I remember wars with the kids down the road in which we threw stones at each other. Once, I even hid in our garage and thrust a metal bar through the spokes of an enemy kid’s bike as he roared down the hill outside our house. I had to run like crazy and lock the door to escape the wrath of his elder brother, who chased me up the path.
I have a photo of myself as a 3-year-old standing beside a dozen large rainbow trout, which of course couldn’t have been caught by one so young, but it was the beginning of my conditioning to become a future catcher of our finny friends
The sunlight peers through the palm fronds and lays itself gently all over Belle. Her hair lights up like a firebrand in some places, but sleeps quiet and moody in others. It is evening sun – that wonderful golden glow you sometimes get that blankets everything in a surreal light.
We must value the old folks in our lives, realising that they have all had experiences we know nothing about. Sometimes, it’s astounding to hear their stories.
Not every living thing has a heart. All multicellular organisms need to induce nutrient flow, but not all have a heart, so let’s forget about those heartless creatures for a bit. I’m half a bottle of whiskey done and I am bored. So let’s talk about the Heart.
I remember when I was three, having a bath with my mother, and when I was four, leading my sleepwalking sister back to bed before she woke up and freaked out. And I remember wars with the kids down the road in which we threw stones at each other. Once, I even hid in our garage and thrust a metal bar through the spokes of an enemy kid’s bike as he roared down the hill outside our house. I had to run like crazy and lock the door to escape the wrath of his elder brother, who chased me up the path.
I have a photo of myself as a 3-year-old standing beside a dozen large rainbow trout, which of course couldn’t have been caught by one so young, but it was the beginning of my conditioning to become a future catcher of our finny friends
The sunlight peers through the palm fronds and lays itself gently all over Belle. Her hair lights up like a firebrand in some places, but sleeps quiet and moody in others. It is evening sun – that wonderful golden glow you sometimes get that blankets everything in a surreal light.
We must value the old folks in our lives, realising that they have all had experiences we know nothing about. Sometimes, it’s astounding to hear their stories.
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