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Jan 2018
On my way to Anchorage for a New Years eve party soiree, I see the moon perched high behind a dark charcoal gray sea of sky smoke (there are no fires) and I wonder.

That when I asked my mother, "Mother, what is my talent? What can I do better than anyone else?"

She paused for a moment and said,

"Χρυσόστομος."
30 December 2017 - I am not sure if I believe her yet, but I press on.
Written by
Jon Sawyer  41/Earth
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