Even now I wonder: if I meet God, will he take and hold my bare hand in his and focus his eye on my palm, and kindle that spot and let me burn? But no. It is I who misunderstood everything and let everybody down. God, I am sorry I ran from you. I amContinue reading “Who.”
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Six Impossible Things
The White Queen: I’m just one hundred and one, five months and a day. Alice: I can’t believe that! The White Queen: Can’t you? Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes. Alice: There’s no use trying. One can’t believe impossible things. The White Queen: I daresay you haven’t had much practice. When I was your age, I alwaysContinue reading “Six Impossible Things”
