On April 7 I went to the First Presbyterian Church for a memorial service. One of my neighbors had been fighting cancer for years, and it eventually prevailed. She was fondly remembered by many friends and neighbors.
My parents belonged to that church when I was a kid. The service was in a part of the church I don't remember.
I walked home.
Three young men had just pushed the cube as fast as they could make it go. I don't think I'd ever seen it moving this fast.
I hope to be the kind of person who takes good advice wherever she finds it.
Sunset.
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