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i was sitting on the couch, reading Everything That Rises . . . by Flannery
o'Connor, drinking an excellent glass of Sylvester Zinfendel and listening
to Mazzy Star.  It is pouring rain outside, that particular hard rain that
can only be found in March, April, and May in North Texas.
And I had a moment.  Not an epiphany, mind you, but just a moment that I
wanted to freeze in time.
i would love to hear some of your stories (and don't forget the wine that
enhanced them . . . i am always on the lookout for a new bottle that i must
try)

to borrow immortal words.
that is all.

k**

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