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In that little strip between Sir Francis Drake and Center Boulevards, right where San Anselmo leaves off and Fairfax is about to begin. It was lovely to see my old familiar in charge there because things were chaotic, so much to and fro, so much looking for the right room and needing meals and negotiating the swimming pool and spa areas. Order needed to impose itself.
He'd grown very tall. He was something like seven feet tall, still very skinny, but it wasn't alarming enough to remark about, just note as we went about making my stay a little more manageable.
There was some drama, a plot line, needing to do something to restore a certain sensibility to the situation. He'd asked me something. I think about going on together or separately and I picked one of them. He said, "Are you sure?"
I said, "Yes, because I want to die a perfected being."
This made him very happy. He was completely satisfied.
always and any time....
