A maniacal monk's nemeses...
I got an email today from a guy I was a monk with at a certain mid-western monastery. We were novices together, and very fun ones, which is why our maniacal novice master would not let us associate with one another or speak to one another. I thought my little monk-ey friend was dead, so I am very happy to hear from him now. Comment moderation has been enabled for fear of what he might write - if he chose to comment - ever. (In his email he mentioned how good I look in my profile photo - yet somehow different from what he remembered. It's because of the glasses - I'm not wearing my glasses. It is so funny how time fades memory, isn't it?)
I don't feel so friendless any more - there are not that many people left who go back that far in my life - I mean, those still willing to talk to me. LOL!
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