Waiting in line can be a test of one's patience.
My patience, that is.
Impatience, though, can be its own albatross.
And sometimes the albatross surprisingly falls off the neck and into the sea.
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The dead weight of shallow abundance.
2 comments:
We're all waiting for something, even if it's for the waiting to end.
Puss
Good words.
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