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Day Three Hundred Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I passed a pleasant hour in conversation with the Purser.

I had been seeking Elijah in the usual places, starting with the sanctuary cabin, when the Purser emerged from the same.

Obviously, Elijah was not within, nor was his current location known by the Purser.

I had turned to continue my search, but he begged to ask a question.

I stayed to hear him out, and that one question grew into a mutually edifying dialogue.

He asked me if I had known anyone who had disappeared three and a half months ago. I flashed back to when Grazie and the others ascended at the Glorious Appearing. I nodded.

He then asked if my missing ones like his mother followed Hamashiach.

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About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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