I cannot remember when I last walked this route. Likely the last time I was at Wreck Beach, maybe twenty years ago? It was always a self-indulgent novelty for me, the rare time I went. I wandered sometimes into the gay section by the Fraser River, and was more repulsed and scared off than titillated. I am glad Carl managed to get away from there before sunset, which happens pretty soon. I must say I am still feeling buoyed by this revelation of God's presence in the form of tongues and song. I feel amazingly energized even after sitting down for just ten minutes. Here is Marine Drive, the trees, and yes, I see him, Carl, looking around anxiously...
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