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Memories really hunt us with their beauty or their horror. But occasionally a vision will recur at odd times, unbidden and you have no idea why. If that persists, you figure it is a memo from the subconscious. Yet that seldom decodes it, because the more heated the memory, the more mysterious its message.

The arrival of Spring always has brought blessings in my life, and it brings so many wonderful memories to all of us ar Esc Arc. Justin and I celebrated the coming of Spring with a "real run". He thinks we ran only 8 miles, but it was closer to 10. We started at the Tramway Station and took the fire road, crossed Hwy 111 and took the flood bank road until we got to Indian Ave. and trecked back home. Temp. late 80's. Blisters, silence and feeling every bone, while chatting about snakes, extreme sports and finally just putting one step in front of the other. The end was elegant, effortless and exhilarating.

Then, Marco made chicken soup for us, he is such a mother hen. We love him and I don't know what would I do without him. Thanks Marco for pampering us...But, darn it!!!! We deserve it.