Dear Friends,
During last week's rain I remembered another gray day:
It was a Sunday morning, raw and drizzling. The door to the cabin wouldn’t close as it was too swollen to fit into its frame. We’d been cold all night, and now we headed to Mass in a nearby amphitheater. The benches were wet. The rain had stopped, but the branches and leaves were still dripping. The ground was puddly, still frozen.
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