An Image and a Hundred Words

The Sunday Morning Muse...July 14, 2019

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Part of me, less that it used to be, but still a nagging little splinter part, tells me I should not be here today, at Tomato Pie Café. Should instead be sitting in a pew, standing singing hymns, and then listening to man or woman up front sermonize for half an hour. But then there is the Muse sitting here next to me (can’t see her, but every now and then I feel her nudge) and she’s the same although the name is different than the one preacher talks about, I’m pretty sure. And when she talks I must obey.