"In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion’, she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn’t surprise me if she wrote it down. “So what does that really mean? In simple terms." I think it over. It takes me a while to gather my thoughts, but she waits patiently. “I think it means,” I say, “that chance encounters are what keep us going. In simple terms.”
But I do not understand why we should fight for it. Can't we all just share? I do not like competitions. J. |
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