The wind was whipping my face, back, legs. Good thing I brought my long heavy scarf. The line for the wake was long. I waited outside for an hour and half, with my not-winter coat, no gloves, dressy shoes. A long winding line of friends and colleagues, waiting to see Jane one last time, but … Continue reading SOLSC 17/31 #sol15
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