7/9/2019

Sometimes III

Sometimes we have to let go of the things we thought we could articulate.

They’re just not ready.

Or maybe, they’re garbage.

Or somewhere between.

Sometimes we have to close the book. Set aside the pen. Walk away.

And play with the dog.

Sometimes, that’s all there is to do.


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