I felt like a total fugitive. She was Thelma. I was Louis.
Bright colored umbrellas bobbled by. Carrots and peas in the stewy grey sky.
We did achieve a concession from our brother monk, that indeed there were probably good Muslims and indeed, there were bad Buddhists.
Warning… Grief ahead. Shanti came into our life via a Midwest cornfield where she was found along with 3 or 4 of her siblings. Probably the product of an Amish puppy mill […]