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I sat there quietly, deep in my thoughts. Alone in my thoughts. Alone in the midst of a crowd, all seated, all in their own thoughts. Time disappeared, seemed not to matter, not to exist. "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound..." Forming a background, then gaining in intensity. The crowd united in chorus, me still deep in my thoughts. That song usually ended these gatherings, this time, beginning. "When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise..."
How great it'd be to talk to Cindy one more time.
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