I took Becky back to college--Chicago--early this morning. I'm in the Revolving Door Syndrome of life--she comes, she goes. She stays, then leaves. It's a door that never really closes. Just opens and rotates and she walks through, to her other life, then in again, rotates back to us.
A door that never really closes.
You can't slam a revolving door.
And for that I'm really grateful!
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