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On a blustery, sunny October afternoon in 2008, I left the Church of St. Stanislaus Kostka in Chicago heading northward on the Eden's expressway toward my home in Lake County. It was mid-afternoon and rush hour traffic had yet to materialize. As a result, traffic was relatively light, and I was able to cruise at a steady pace. My mind began to wander.
My thoughts began to drift. As they did so, the following phrases rolled through my head like a contemplative mist:On a blustery, sunny October afternoon in 2008, I left the Church of St. Stanislaus Kostka in Chicago heading northward on the Eden's expressway toward my home in Lake County. It was mid-afternoon and rush hour traffic had yet to materialize. As a result, traffic was relatively light, and I was able to cruise at a steady pace. My mind began to wander.
My thoughts began to drift. As they did so, the following phrases rolled through my head like a contemplative mist:
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