(You have to read yesterdays post to understand this one.)
In my anxiety dream about the coffee house in nowhere, I actually said to the woman (Mahala??)
"Of all the Episcopal Churches in all the towns, in all the world, I walked into yours."
Even in dreams, quotes from Casablanca show up.
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About Me
- Under The Castor Oil Tree
- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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