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The Hour Draweth Nigh! (not neigh)

The time is coming, and so fast!

It's hard to believe, really, hard to fathom that, in thirteen days, I'll be leaving on a jet plane — for Tel Aviv.


What? I'm going where? Hold the phone. Since when?

That's the exact question that has been bouncing around my brain all day. An evaluation reaching back to elementary school is definitely in order, centering around Sr. Sheila, a religious sister of St. Joseph. It's an interesting exercise, to draw the lines from Sister Sheila and Sr. Claire Francis and Mrs. Scarfile, all the way to the moment right now, but right now, it's only leading to a frustrating inner-dialogue on, "Just how far back do the lines go?" My mind may be, but in these final days until 'departure', my soul just isn't interested in a debate on Fate.

In the coming days, short pieces on those influential people will be posted. I hope you'll enjoy the stories, and, perhaps you'll see the connections, too.

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