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So, it's a rainy Sunday morning. Jim is out of town. I wake up late, put on my black wool beret that my friend Judy gave me 35 years ago and my black water-repellent jacket that I bought in Memphis and I drive off to Church Street Coffee. I sit at a corner table sipping a most delicious cappuccino and let my eyes and my mind wander. Now that's a sacred experience.
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