I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Continuing Epiphany
Since shortly after midnight I've been composing an RSVP to the standing invitation from John and the church. I've been working with Missy, some neighborhood cats and Leap Frog both at Rainbow Way and aboard the admiral's ship. Today we all took note of yesterday, the Day of Epiphany in Washington, D.C.
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