Month: December 2016

Kyrie, eleison

Father, forgive me, for indulging in silence and in solitude.

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Layers

My days are layered. One day is heaped upon another in an endless stream. Swirling currents from years gone by flow through them.

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Watch

Those principles, and the countless conversations we had which bound them together, form an imaginary, well-thumbed book.

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The matter of socks

I like to wear socks whose bona fides are intact. You might think its strange, but I have an aversion to that horrible little thread in cheap socks that worms its way between my toes.

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