. . . find momentous peace

. . . Finally we settle on a pita sandwich with lamb and a giant slice of cherry-bacon-pecorino pizza split three ways.

We eat in the shade behind the Tart Lady’s marquee.  “Oh, I am never photogenic,” she insists. . . .

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[story: Future Cycle: Small Town Revival (of 24:3) “A Morning’s Ride Away“]

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