There was a full moon last night and I awoke from a restless night determined that it is time that I went out and stepped on the path of the living. As my coffee dripped rhythmically into the pot I dug out a pair old blue jeans and a warm sweatshirt. It was time to thank Phil for all his help. Every mealtime there was a tray of tempting food in the warming box outside my door with the latest update from the Soul Food café. He seem to know that I had needed privacy but his thanks is well overdue. This morning I had an extra special treat as he had slipped some unexpected letters from old Lemurian friends under my door. I tucked them in my backpack along with my journal and the Serenityland Music Transport electronic device I had brought along, and headed down the stairs to greet my old friends.

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