Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Once I ducked under an archway to avoid a downpour, and there was a man there, seeking the same rescue. We talked for a few minutes and then went on our separate ways; as I walked away I felt as though in those few minutes he left an indelible mark on me; there was a congeniality, a wisdom and humility that won't soon be forgotten. He reminded me of the quote --

   "His lips drink water but his heart drinks wine." E.E. Cummings.

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