Sitting at Cafe Trieste on Market, downtown San Francisco. A little overcast, with a slight breeze. Elyse looks lovely in a muted, but expensive looking scarf and Remy is sitting comfortably in an orange shirt and a boys beige cardigan. We're sitting outside- I have a coffee and they are sipping san pelligrino. We each buy a homeless poetry newspaper from a woman named Regina. Our conversation takes us from movies to tattoos; we also discussed Messianic Jewish identities. When Rem shared some very insightful ideas about what it means to have a Jewish identity within the context of Yeshua, all that came to me was this:
"Those are really...deep thoughts."
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