Written on 10 December 2019, Tuesday:
I’m at some cafe or waiting room for the train. I see __ from the Camino Frances. It’s as if I was expecting her, yet it was still a complete surprise to see her again. Then E– this tall guy I knew some 9 years ago from meetup hiking groups in Fremont, he appears to my side. I treat him like he’s done the camino, too, or like he’s part of our camino family. He’s so tall his head is almost touching the ceiling. I ask him how things are up there. . . There’s a third person present, but I don’t see him/her, just aware of their presence. . .
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