yesterday, walking by a lazy river, pascual noted the strands and leaves and things floating along...
'those leaves and twigs could be memories made by a kid who was playing upriver from here and they floated down to us'
and Irina...
when I compared her to (couldn't help it, too much catholic school), st. francis of assisi because she can make any animal slow down enough for her to approach it, she said...
'well, I don't believe it. I bet st. francis just had a lot of treats in his pockets.'
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