Sunday, July 26, 2009

After a long bike ride...

B and I sprawled out in the grass and ate pop ices.
Out of nowhere he said, "I think there's a better answer than war. Talk. Like in Pocahontas. Why don't people take some time to calm down and talk instead of fighting?"

Why can't we all think in the beautiful way that children do?

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