There Are Things No One Can Tell You About How to Live
I had a sense, unvoiced, that living well and loving steadfastly were one and the same. I translated that sense into certainty: Marriage would make me Good.
two months away
Comfort, comfort ye my people,
O Lord, open thou my lips, and my mouth shall show forth thy praise.
here I am once, I was there.
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