Sunday, May 10, 2020
Dreaming of Wembley
Dad's really not well. It is a crumb, but I am glad that the memory I recorded here yesterday was watching Wales beat England at rugby with him twenty one years ago.
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I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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