We're a little less than halfway to Atlanta, Georgia, and extremely fortunate to be the recipients of unbridled hospitality from Susie B. and the family, friends of Julie, fellow traveler and baker extraordinaire. Two pies are baking in the oven and the comforting aroma saturates the cozy living room: a welcome quiet before the storm.
Nancy called. She was tweaking.
"It was good to hear from you," I said. "Feel free to call if you ever want to talk."
She almost broke down, unaccustomed to consideration. The darkness seethes and the moments crumble and I bring these gifts across the broken border to the unseen places.
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