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It is late April and the sunset lingers in early anticipation of languorous summer evenings. I sit in silence for the first time in weeks, letting the frantic particles of life expand into the cooling sapphire sky. Beyond the enflamed horizon waits the coming tomorrow, shrouded in mystery between sleeping and waking. Behind dust-speckled glasses,
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Not the horrors themselves.
ANYWAY, I was present the very moment your ticket was congured into existance on the Pollack's computer ~ right after we (Eric, Marty, and I) asked Jesus how to spell Eliaser, and He totally showed us. Heh. We love that Jesus.
All that to say, I am glad you are comming back for the short while that it will be. Can't wait to see you, bro.
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