May is the Month of Mary, that's what they tell me. Children would dress up in their finest - or in the best they had (sometimes their best wasn't all that much better) - and carry flowers in a processional, through the school yard, down main street...
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I have so much to say, and nothing at all; alternating long hours of speechlessness with a raging river of words. I think I will write about it long, good and hard someday soon. But for now, I'll say this:
Read moreI believe, and I know, and I groan
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We wait two days before sitting down with him. We let it wash over us in stinging cold waves before we allow him to wade in with us. We are torn. How do we share this? Do we even dare?
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