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May 20, 2009



Dear Parson:
You always seem to be one step ahead of me. Last Sunday, as I was greeting the congregation following the service. My Board Chair was standing next to me, handing out backpacks, which were to be filled with school supplies. This is our Conference hands on mission. The front door was open and he said, "It is blackberry winter!" Having grown up in Texas, I had never heard the expression, to hear it twice in two days is amazing!
Peace, Curtis


"...at least not to his face." hehehe

I have quiet days like that at work sometimes, love them!

Questing Parson

Ah, Curtis ... Without "Blackberry Winter" the berries would not become sweet.

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