We must dance through our conversation. I lead. You follow. I follow. You lead. It ends up a rhythm of give and receive.
Two cans and a string carrying thoughts and laughter.
Two cans and a string turned the corner of my house. We couldn't be more than six feet apart, yet we couldn't see each other. We said we were communicating in outer space. We said we were exploring stars and alien places. I remember feeling like I was listening to you from inside your head. It seemed I could hear your thoughts, each one as it formed. It markedf a special friendship.
Two cans and a string made communication more personal that any cell phone.
It was better than whispering secrets.
−me strauss Letting me be