Well, friends, I don't want to sound like a Whiney Siamese, but I had to wait till after 9 for dinner. And yes, it was the flavor I don't like. She was at yet another church at yet another retreat, which she says was a beautiful evening of storytelling, music, quiet, visual art and ritual. She had been asked to read part of a poem she wrote almost 30 years ago. Lots of people and old friends from past lives.
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