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Kind of funny…this old gal…
Talking about community…three years visiting this same camp…with the same winter Texans…she’s yet…to become part…of this one here…nice people…from all over…many been coming here…for years…have a morning coffee…afternoon social hour…a Thursday evening…potluck… The office gal nudging with…the others don’t even know who you are…you should go to their gatherings…and we should…we probably should…but this husband of mine…not a fan of large gatherings…his chit chatty wife…not sure she is either… Decided to get to know our neighbors in passing…greeting them at the post box…or while taking a walk…noting their names…hearing their stories…social me…joined happy hour a few times…and as social as social me is…in the group setting…with new people…it was awkward…felt like high school…tongue tied…out of place… And so it is…that thing called confidence…like mist in the morning…there one minute…dissipating the next..but with time…and patience…so comes the sun…warming the heart…warming the soul…just like that…of making friends…new friends…delightful new friends…who make up…this thing…called…the winter Texan…community… And this husband of mine…will…agree…
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