Work and love
I learned more deeply about love from my sister. No. I am learning. In the youth of her old age, abandoned by her children, I help. Run errands, take her places, pay her bills. Love is truly verb, not feeling, for if emotions I’d have given up after her depression, pushing me away, pushing.
Just so, conversation is work. In this work, conversation is love. Love of Thou. Love of life.
:- Doug.
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