The Refectory Manager

The refectory . . . A place to nourish the soul. A place to share the savory comestibles, the sweet confections, the salty condiments of the things that matter. A place to ruminate the cud of politics. A place to rant on the railings of religion. A place to arrange the flowers of sanguine beauty. A place to pause in the repose of shelter. Welcome, my friend. The Refectory Manager

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Fin...

I was just about to write my thoughts on your previous two letters when
I saw a somber subject line.

Life is so full of disappointments and shattered expectations. Moments
in time that tear at your soul and destroy a fragile part of you that
you placed so much joy and hope in.

That stinging, raw pain. Like a scraped knee that screams at you every
day, reminding you of the disaster from whence it came.

Lost companionship and the hurt hearts of man and animal..

It is a truly saddening thing. I am sorry, my friend.

Maybe these turns of events will lead to a greater outcome still, one
filled with happiness and love after all.

Keep your furry friend in your prayers. He has a lot ahead of him.

Hugs,

Equator

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