Coffee with Tara

I can’t have coffee with Tara, the stuff she drinks is way too strong for me now, but I wait for her anyway, keep glancing out smudgy windows at the passing clouds, shafts of light, signifying every

valley filled, hill made low, road made straight, and all these rough, rough ways, smoothed at last.

Luke 3:5

Tara B.

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