Postcard

Mostly Angels now-a-days

Sunday, May 12, 2002
When I arrived I wanted to walk in from the back and not cut across the room or draw away attention from the man and his words. I wanted to hear him recite and avoid the stares of the early seated, Peter and Masha among them. I walked around to the west side where a pond reflects a view of the chapel. There I found a door which let me into an area partitioned off from the rest of the room. The screen hung an half inch above the old linoleum and let the sound come through. I found a chair a t the back of the room and brought it up to the crack at the edge where the light came through from the other room.
I had a small pocket sized scratchpad and a pen, so I hunkered down with my back to the door and listened? noting a few lines here and there.

Sincerely,

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