Running, and Home

Two miles at what would no doubt have been a decent pace if it weren’t for the blustery wind — at one point it felt as though there were a hand on my chest holding me back. Coffee, Morning Prayer, fruit breakfast, then Margaret came home after weeks in the US (first and last to work toward clearing her mother’s house to prepare it for sale, and in between to keep vigil with my sister as Holly moved onward to death).

We’re together again, a family of two along with Minke and Flora, till her next trip to finish the job in Maine.

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