Therein lies one of the simple beauties of a post— to leave a smile for someone to find when paths don't cross in real time; to let them know they are being thought of.
Sorry I missed you, too. I'll catch up with you later
Pokey—as usual—waxes poetic, with words and thoughts the envy of Walt Whitman, currently doing full body flips in his grave, wishing he'd thought of them while alive.
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