Men carry burdens in very private ways. We ache and grieve and sorrowfully go about
our days camouflaged in the stalwart manner of DNA programed over the eons from
Eden. We move for days on instinct
allowing those ancient fittest genes to keep our hand on the plow and our
shoulder to the task all the while meditating on the best response to the threats
to our families. That man sitting with
you is carrying the overwhelming burden of safe and prosperous home and hearth
while smiling, talking of your cute dress and eating watermelon.
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