We were not two ships passing in the night.
We were not two parallel lines that never met.
It turned out we were two circles that intersected for life.
I, at least, still do not understand how this happened.
In the meantime the temps have dropped about thirty degrees, the humidity has cleared up and the rain washed away the digusting stew the air had become. we revel in local cherries and watermelon. This summer is creating one the best fruit and berries harvest the state has ever seen.
But, mostly we work. October gets closer and closer! So more writing today, but dinner out tonight.
(We did have Afro-cuban jazz last night though.)
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