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Leaning

I cannot stand straight. My body shapes itself to air that falls away beneath its drooping head and arms.  Once so solid, with you no longer there, I drift as though weightless, of no substance; I lean against the empty … Continue reading

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Postponing Pentecost reflections

“How can they be drunk?” asks Peter, in all innocence. “It’s only nine o’clock in the morning!” And every time, I have to smile, or smirk, or weep at his innocence, or naïveté. As in the rest of the gospel … Continue reading

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