857 Chop Wood, Carry Water

“As I lie idly drifting on Walden Pond I cease to think and begin to be”. When does that happen? Trouble is; we wake up. We look at the front page of the paper, we talk to our kids or our grandchildren, we know that even though our days might be numbered for people we care about, life goes on.

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