(Today marks the 99th blog entry. Just one away from the spectacular 100th. It's going to be an centenarian extravaganza)
Her silver cross hung from her small neck like a crucifix. Sad eyes above the Italian T, I asked her name. The lord will help you, she replied. Wait a moment now, I know you. From this life or another, but we've met. -You shouldn't live in the past- "I try, really. But, can't explain," I said. "You shouldn't either and better take that off, your going to hurt yourself." The beautiful nun sat stoned face on the street. "sit and pray with me." For 44 minutes they prayed on the beaten street. "I can't sense anything, I guess I should go."
"Here let me help you up," I said as I extended my hands toward hers.
The silver cross was too heavy.
"I think you better take it off, it's too heavy and I can't pick you up."
After much wasted breath of persuasion, the young pretty nun said she made a promise and stared into the endless sky.
"I believe I have some place to be, I don't know where but I'm late."
Down the beaten brick road I strode on.
From the distance she yelled "don't forget," as she sat motionless seeing the rainbows in her mind.
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