Francis, my driver taught me that a few years ago. I don't remember the circumstances, but inevitably they had to do with driving on a long dusty road and coming home to where we were staying and discovering what we needed. As I prepare for my trip I think of all the hands that are holding me as I go forth.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
You Have to Go Far to Find What is Near
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