Labors of love

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Sometimes, a worried mind is like a traveling salesman, laboring door to door, hoping to unload the baggage that has been a burden thus far.

And sometimes, the heart is like a potential customer, accepting self sacrifice in order to lighten this tremendous load.

Only to find, that the journey goes on.

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