

Finally, a storm cleared the air. As we were leaving, the horizon became visible again and the air was crisp. The wind died down, and the waves lazily crashed onto the shore. It's always sad to leave the beach, and a week later, the finely honed tan I'd developed there had begun to fade.
Tomorrow, Monday, I begin my chaplain residency at Atlanta Medical Center.
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Hi beloved:
Hoping that your first day at work goes well.
I love you.
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