A Simple Song

As I walked the Lake Junaluska trail at sunrise this morning, “Simple Song” from Leonard Bernstein’s “Mass” was playing in my head (the inclusive language version, or course ).

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Flat Jack Writes Home

If only I had brought my swimming gear. Mom would not let me pee on this rock. She said something about Sacred and Profane and Arrest. There are some very funny looking hoomans in Ireland. Mom would not take my picture with Bonnie of Enniskillen. I think I am in love. Wish you were […]

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Flat Jack really gets around. Recently he has been seen in Cape Cod, New York City, Berlin, Warsaw, Budapest, and Vienna. He is leaving soon for a pilgrimage to Ireland, where he hopes to meet an Irish Wolfhound. Real Jack and Arya wished him luck and supervised all the packing. Bon Voyage, Flat Jack!!

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