Walking through the woods yesterday afternoon, I remembered meeting someone on the trail Tuesday morning. I came upon a man sitting on a bench with his two dogs. Not just any dogs, but schnauzers: the breed my husband grew up with. He stood as I approached and assured me that they were friendly. I noticed right away that he looked like my brother in law. He had the same build, kind eyes and friendly demeanor. He was also wearing a cap and a flannel shirt. I stopped to pet them for a minute and then wished him a good day. He watched me walk away. Something about that encounter felt familiar. I'm not saying it was Mark, but I'm also not saying it wasn't.
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