(I worked there all summer. How? Ran into Sean's daughter Calen at the Olympia Food Co-op, when I was still living up there. We got talking ,and she told me to write to her dad for a job.)
The next time I'm there will be for part of the Advent Quiet Days; I'm working them. Want me to give them your greetings?
That would be lovely, Kirstin, by all means. Paul Strid (rhymes with Swede) is the full name, so they can recognize me. Glad this photo could take you there in spirit today.
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My cathedral, and my other home.
(I worked there all summer. How? Ran into Sean's daughter Calen at the Olympia Food Co-op, when I was still living up there. We got talking ,and she told me to write to her dad for a job.)
The next time I'm there will be for part of the Advent Quiet Days; I'm working them. Want me to give them your greetings?
That would be lovely, Kirstin, by all means. Paul Strid (rhymes with Swede) is the full name, so they can recognize me. Glad this photo could take you there in spirit today.
Happy to. I'll be back there 12/12-14.
I'm happy that your blog exists. And thank you again, for the prayer at my place.
Thanks, Kirstin.
And remember my motto: Shit happens, grace abides.
I'll keep that. Thank you.
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