I was greeted and embraced by people I have not seen for years. Their joy in having me again in their midst touched me deeply. After the service I chatted for a while with some old friends and then left to be in the late service with Lynn at Tree of Life. There, too, I was among friends whose love and support nourishes me. Being known and appreciated for who you are, remembering and being remembered, are at the heart of my historical novel.
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