the gardener
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Even now I can feel him. Hands buried in my heart reaching to upturn old, unwanted roots long hidden from the...
“if we don’t feel the death, do we feel the resurrection?”
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Life’s been hell these last several months, turned up-side-down as they say, whoever they are — although heart-inside-out-and-shred-like-spaghetti might be more like it. I know...