I had a paper due yesterday.
I missed the deadline.
I am nearly finished with seminary.
I stopped after the beginning paragraph in tears. I’d just written a description of my listener. The one to whom I write all my words and draft all the talks and create all the concepts and curate all the beauty for becoming and the one I show up brave for….
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