What shall I write today and post?
Perhaps take a shot at the venerable holiday
whose many buried gifts included,
not just graciously provided food,
but conversation with the bright young man?
He corrected my pronunciation of
"Enchiridion" amidst splendid conversation
of Epictetus, Marcus Aurelius, ...
and other stoics of wonder. A double blessing.
I must be thankful.
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