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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Plus One

Let's add Joyce to the list of to-see-later.

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

God, this is one sweet, sweet job.
For the first time in a long time, I ran to chase a blazing sunset. It's true, I really did run, and what excitement there was in the crisp air. I was literally minutes too late, and resolutely stood to watch the sun go down in all its fiery glory until I resumed my walk home, wheezy as can be. What a whirlwind of a day!

posted at 7:39 PM by Jo -

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