I'm standing in a long queue to enter an exhibition. We got here at 0815, we expect to get in there somewhere between 1030 and 1130. I don't mind the queuing; it's an opportunity to see the world closely as it alternatively shines and rains, to enjoy the people queuing amiably before, behind, alongside me.
I've just read the latest TTMF post on a handheld (and am posting this back, the same way) as I stand here, occasionally shuffling forward a few steps. It's another quilting post, which is not only a pleasant gift in itself but seems particularly appropriate as I enjoy my own different exercise in the joys of slow contemplative patience.
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