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“There was no thought of an egotistical self-sacrifice, no thought of anything left behind… only the immediate bliss of the end of the physical self.”
A luminous cycle of psalms, grief, and grace—bearing witness to kindness, war, exile, and the fragile pause before flight.
A tender meditation on loss and longing, where music fades in the absence of love.
“Ordinary gets you up and breakfasting, it carries you through the hard choices, and drops you like river gravel after the flood, shining in the sun”
A golden sliver of sun peeked over the horizon of the scorched land like the whole world was in on playing pretend it was going to be a pleasant day.…