I am working on my notes from last night in reflection of the program. Talking about the life cycle, and the nutrient cycle that occurs when the parents guard their redd until they are so weak that they die. When I turned to my work computer after changing the music, I looked at what I had written.
"The audience understood that the stream there will be teeming with love."
wait, what?
love.
I meant life.
hmmmm...
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