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I never know how many of you and who really feels up to checking over at that other website, when there's so much to read here and everywhere else on the internet, but I posted something the other day that I've worked on for a long time, been pondering on for a long time (at least it's been wriggling in the back of my head since last summer, providing a shining moment of goodness on almost every journey I've taken in the last six months), so I figured one or two people over here might want to give it a look see.
I hope no one is thrown off or given a bad taste by the contemplation of religion; no, I'm not turning into a zealot or a Christian. But I think that there's something more to religion, even the old Southern kind, than a lot of people think.
[Note to those who've already been there, but were curious about some of the geography: I went through and added the locations tonight.]
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It was divine to see everyone I did down there these past three weeks. I miss you all terribly.
New York is cast in a haze of mist, and today from the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge I couldn't tell where Manhattan began or ended, or how far the skyscrapers could reach.
Bo's sleeping and I'm going to join him.