between_the_years flowerock Between the years we lose our fears and let fade our dreams, or so it seems. Between these years we let canyons of despair devour our desires and climb away on our mountains of dissapointment... but when we look back, we see that we did climb up_and_out, despite having been filled with self_doubt, we let our short comings push us higher and let us continue through_time to try again, to try differently even. Between the years we grew and learned ND forgot and remembered... learning_is_remembering, sometimes we have to forget_to_remember to really learn. We let things slip in between the years, and then trip over them later, laugh, cry, sigh... Between the years, we find the richest soil and most valuable lessons and treats. Nostalgia. 151027 what's it to you? who go blather from