Monday, November 16, 2009

and then he shall send his angels...

crunching through fallen leaves, time to read the entire sunday nytimes, the smell of fresh laundry, red berries on a bush climbing over my front porch walls, sitting on Becky's sunny front stoop, episcopal liturgy, vaulted wooden ceilings and gorgeous stained glass and the lectionary text about the temples being torn stone from stone, chatting with my aunt and uncle, leftover party mix, sharing lament with sara pugh, and giggling uncontrollably - even online - with bethy132.

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