As usual it was more church for the keeper who left us alone and came home in the evening. She had been to three churches and ended the day at the cathedral with a great liturgy and music and a homily which was a great and healing corrective to the new use of "many" in the Eucharistic Prayer. But on the way over I-90 she traveled over Lake Sammamish and Lake Washington, and almost came to a dead stop when she saw the fuchsia lakes with the violet cloud canopy hovering over both. Instead she drove up the hill to take a photo for us, but she didn't have time to get to the lake view. We believe her.
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