i thought and mumbled outoud, "no reset button..."
you said, "not for you. the rest of us keep hitting it."
silence
"i must to an extent, some variation, some place leading elsewhere but coming round about to close the loop."
"ya think?"
"unknown. but do think."
"no do-overs z. that's what you keep preaching."
"no...no do-overs."
"you want some tea?"
light laughter, "thank you."
there was a phone line between us...but the tea was lovely.