now, i imagine the relief of their roots reconnecting with the dirt. a moment of communication, reconnection.
Tag: wisdom
stand
what grows
from a buried
heart?
the art in banking or [you’ll learn, someday]
When I was in university, I liked to take the train home to Oshawa. When I could, I would meet my dad at Union Station, at his office, and we would ride home together. Sometimes […]
