You didn't step on my toes, Sweet Thing. I'm such a frenetic, preemptive toe-protector, I spend the whole dance going, "Look out! Your heel is by my toe! Oh, oh -- now my toe is right next to your instep, your other instep, the ball of your foot! Yikes! No, you missed again...." But you didn't hurt me and I know you don't want to. You are a kind and patient man. I know that if I only could hear you repeating yourself mundanely on a bus, I would fall deeply in love with you. (sigh). :in_love: Good thing you're far away, huh? I like that quality in a man: really far away. What could be more attractive?GentleReader9 wrote:
I know you meant what you said about unconscious power in a kind spirit.
Indeed I did, but I'm a country boy with poor social skills, and sometime I step on others' toes when I don't mean to.
Well, we may be stardust and we may be golden, but this string gives a whole new meaning and force to the slogan, "We have to get ourselves Back to the Garden!" Especially if, as you claim above, it shows us how love really grows -- in Contrary Mary's garden.