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continual progress orbit

argh. deleted funny meditteranean diet newsletter that kills me every time they send it. which is randomly, not monthly or weekly or daily - but whenever they get around to it in their island-y sunshine-y lives. the latest one, which I saved for like months, described a successful olive company as having a "continual progress orbit". and I loved that. I would like it on my tombstone. please tell them that. the people who need to know these things. the ones who will decide what kind of music to play at the funeral (please not my cousin singing "I Come To the Garden Alone"* that song makes me cry and also mad that I'm crying) or maybe just the engravers. you saw it here and I mean it.

* here are some of the lyrics in case you're not familiar with this song:
He speaks, and the sound of His voice
is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
and the melody that He gave to me
within my heart is ringing.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
and He tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there
none other has ever known.

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