Party of One. A Note From Jan.
· posted by Martha Stout
Walked up to the receptionist at the hotel restaurant tonight. “How many in your party?” “Just one,” said I. “Are you celebrating anything tonight?’ I thought for an uncomfortable length of time, then said,”life.” It goes on.
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I know, the Lord knows!
You dear one are never alone! I love you and wish I was sitting with you.
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Indeed!