Seasonal relationship disorder?
A Friend reflects on the seasons of his life
As I peered out the window of my car whilst returning from my Quaker Meeting, I was reminded that autumn was upon us. The leaves were, in the majority, still green, but some had a yellow or orange tinge to them. The seasons, as they ebb and flow, remind me of how my relationship with my wife had followed a similar cycle of change.
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