“Quaint,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Your view of the beach.”
“What’s wrong with my view of the beach?”
“There’s no sand, only rocks and water.”
“Is that really odd? Is it old-fashioned? Isn’t that the mindful way?”
“Oh, so we’re back to mindfulness, again. Now that is quaint.”
“What’s so odd about mindfulness?”
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This conversation has been written beautifully, Michael. Well done, honestly. You always have something to say that helps me think. I am thankful for your words.
It’s good to see something in my reader from you. 🙂
Audrey
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Thank you, Audrey. I like to get people thinking. 🙂
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So it seems, Michael. I love how you presented the problem and the solution.
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Just doing my job, Ma’am 🙂
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Smirk! Taking it easy on us, I see. How easily you gave away the answers. Chivalry alive and well!
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🙂
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