JEB
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Tuck swallows life in big, breathless gulps, downs it until he's so full his seams burst and it spills into the rest of us.
His supply of energy and enthusiasm brims and becomes our focus, a distraction that helps with the temporary forgetting of other things, grown up things. He's like a wick, conveying superfluous spirit. And I wonder whether children were intended to provide such a service for alleged adults, those who are supposed to be doing the taking care, not the other way around.
JEB
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