There's poetry in those words.
I met a woman, and we spent some time enjoying each other's company.
She drove me to the beach, and we counted waves, and we talked. It was a
first date.
We drove to the house where my parents made me 48 years ago. It's local,
and near to where I now live. We stopped and got out and looked around. I
knelt down and scratched an orange tabby cat in the dark.
She and I had some dinner. Turns out we're both vegetarians. Then I called
her the wrong name before I left her for the night. I'm seeing her again
tonight.
Also, someone I care very much about found some work I'm proud of, and
offered me recognition. How wonderful it is to be known for that which you
are most proud of.
All it all it was a magical day. Thanks.
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Okay,
Father Luke