I just love to hear my friend Ryan talk about his girls. He does not blow his trumpet. He does not moan or groan. Rather, he places their lives in a frame. His heart is the proper frame. His love for his girls comes forth like a Geyser. It reminds me of my time at Ole Faithful out West. There was something strangely "mystical" about that geyser going off at such accurate times that entire bus loades of Asians could punctually arrive just at its emission. The heat was palpable, and the strangeness of a sputtering earth made me feel unseasy. I am not sure I could live in any of the national parks, but especially Yellowstone National Park.
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