This very weekend I spent in a house called Ruth with about 2 dozen different people.
We studied a passage from Malachi, but the thing I will remember most is when just 3 of us read a John Steinbeck short story to one another called "the flight". The thing I will also remember is drinking copious amounts of tea by firelight, and at one point, there was an outdoor fire and we stood around shin-deep in heavy snow warming our hands.
On the last day, I took a short walk in the woods alone.
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