Yet our story is told in the telling:
We flow into each other; we are new when we do. We may not always recognize it; we may not be conscious of our changes; and some are so subtle no one would notice or be able to trace it back, but only see its effect ages hence. Yet our story is told in the telling: we meet, we converse, we hear, our unconscious hears what our conscious misses, we tell our lives in stories and our stories become our story. Flow, flow, flow generates life, love, laughter, tears and us. Us anew: the you and the me of yesterday is not the same today because of whom we have met and what the flow has brought us to this instant.
:- Doug.
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