adjusted glasses and spine, butterflies in my backyard, corn on the cob, macaroni salad and some very rare peaches,
thoughts of how the institution of the church has become comparable to my old chenille blanket or maybe Daddy's Masonic key fob - a man-made entity that brings comfort and familiarity and something that I grieve over losing and yet know that those things it represents are always with me
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