"Bedtime" says Carl.
"Agreed", says Francois, stretching and yawning.
"Shall we pray first?"say I.
"Don't see why not", says Francois.
We are seated, quietly, each with head bowed where we re sitting. Yes, I am still feeling the Presence, not quite so strongly, but something has definitely opened in me.
Carl says, "Chris, you are needing to get something off your chest. I keep getting this image of a man, brown hair, moustache, somewhere in his thirties, and he seems to be telling me that you need to say something about him."
"Australian?"
"Could be. I have no way of knowing."
"That would be Chuck. We had sex together three times at Wreck Beach more than twenty years ago..."
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