Nearly a year has passed since I left for and returned from England, and I continually think about a few people I encountered: the angel at the palace in Edinburgh; the Swede in the bar in Edinburgh; the woman from Arkansas. Somehow, I guess, I will always think about them, just as I think about people I have not seen in decades: a few friends from boyhood; people I must have slighted; people who do not know their continued influence on me.
But, perhaps it's just plain sentimentality, and who needs that?
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