| Eggs A person's heart is like a basket of freshly gathered eggs. Every time you meet someone new, you are given [an egg] to hold in your outstretched palm and the choice to crush it, fry it up and eat it, or incubate it. Your fingers are your words and deeds. Your own blood and body heat, your intentions. PamEhli/1998 |
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| Since 1-10-03 |