I have too much to say in conjunction with this video, but my heart fears it is too close for comfort, too honest, and I cannot.
Thank you, Z, for finding this.
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[like button] back. (wry smile.)
ReplyDeleteah, what will become of our generation. How difficult we will find it to go through the real world where no such buttons exist. (yet.) I appreciate the wry smile, also.
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