J E B Stuart
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Location: Beyond Mason-Dixon Line
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Brim, you're an interesting and curious fellow (a compliment). I see you're in a playful and ornery mood of late, my friend.
The lights were soft and low as I read your piece.
Alone.
All was quiet, save the wistful strains of Ten Years Gone wafting from my speakers. Gently.
I read slowly. Carefully. With each line my mind drifted through misty mental scenes of my life already lived. There were pictures of times, of places, I hadn't thought of in years; friends and family I loved in my time, many now gone.
The clock seemed inconsequential as I felt and reminisced.
" . . . though the course may change sometimes, the rivers always reach the sea . . . ." From Ten Years Gone/Led Zepplin.
Amen.
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