



and T has moment of full comprehension of that reality
Quick visit with The British H's, our wonderful friends and, happily, new neighbors here in Brigantine, here for a quick visit as it's tax time. Absolutely stunning moment to realize I'm sitting there, physically quite still, seemingly at a temporary cul de sac of rest although head still in motion, sharing a glass of wine with darling Av, face to face, as though such unexpected things were quite ordinary, after thousands of miles of constant movement for the last 6
weeks. It's sunny and warm and I plan to seize the day, go see what the Italian bakery has to offer on this sunny Sunday. More later... time to walk the beach a bit while the sun shines.
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