He's a thousand years old. He built a boat. He's our son. Noah.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Chatting with the old man
You are always fascinated with whatever it is your mummy or daddy are doing. You seem terrified that you may miss out on something,
anything
that is happening. So here I am in one of our morning meetings, talking through the outline of the day.
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