``Dad?''
``What?'' A small bird rises from a tree in front of us.
``What should I be when I grow up?''
The bird disappears over a far ridge.
I don't know what to say. ``Honest,'' I finally say.
``I mean what kind of a job?''
( Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance)
``What?'' A small bird rises from a tree in front of us.
``What should I be when I grow up?''
The bird disappears over a far ridge.
I don't know what to say. ``Honest,'' I finally say.
``I mean what kind of a job?''
( Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance)
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I say the same...and i want to send you a present!