She was jogging on the pavement across the road, a wisp of a girl in black sneakers, black pants and black sweatshirt, a white cap on her head. For a brief moment, she looked in my direction. Hey, but the face looked familiar: Estrella de la Cruz? It was not my intention to wave at her, but when I did she waved back and I thought I heard a voice that spoke of angels in the heavens.
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| Walking-jogging in LA. |
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| Marga Denise Julian in Oscariz, Ramon, Isabela "Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life."--Anne Lamott |
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