An old friend who I’ve not seen in, oh, ten years at least, popped up on Facebook a month or two back. We swapped pleasantries, turns out he still lives locally.
A week later, I’m out on the bike down the canal towpath, and bumped into him coming the other way.
Of course, coincidences always seem pretty wild till you think of how many times a coincidence doesn’t happen. The odds of winning the lottery are infinitesimal, yet someone wins it regularly away.
It is deliberate. I know the chap who did it and you wouldn’t want to get on the dark side of him.
God’s to-do list
DAY 1: create light.
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DAY 4: create light source.