Art Retreat number 19 is
almost in the book as Sunday has begun even though the sun has yet to sound the
gun. Fall retreat always starts with a
giddy primping of youthful angst and ends with tent haired pups and beaten old
hounds slowly plodding back to the pen.
Retreat may not be the word for our coming but more defining our going
back, having glimpsed Eden’s community we now withdraw to routine.
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