We lead webbed lives, the old faces and new ones tend towards each other.
Every once in awhile the faces stop flinching, are quiet, hold steady, take deep breaths and whisper familiar words.
Before I know it, the new faces remind me of all the other people I have known, and have never gotten quite enough time to spend with.
Maybe it's because they just wouldn't stop flinching.
Everyday is such a storyteller.
