We sat on the porch in the cool of the evening. It was difficult to come inside. I called my dear friend Dr. B. We talked about our choirs, our summers. He's been fishing in Alaska. We went to Yosemite. I guess we've reached the time of our lives that we can afford to travel. My life is pleasant.
The Chorus Line
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