March 2010
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Like a Revolving Door
Heart feels sad. He’s tired of being a heart and wants to be a lung. A lung never lacks a sister or brother. He wants to be a finger. A finger always has a family. Or a spleen which only feels anger and is never sad. Sometimes Heart feels joyous, beats with vigor. But then the old stories resurface again: hardship, cruelty, the Human Condition. A kidney never faces these problems alone. The eyes...
