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Stories take a person away.
Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.
He’s made of lies from boots to crown, and his gospels bring nothing but tears.”
It was as if the storm had blown tiny holes in the world above the world, and turned it into a sieve. Shining through was all the brilliant mystery of creation.
It was not fair, it was not fair, it was not fair. So cried his child’s heart, and then his child’s heart died a little. For that is also the way of the world.
