Julia R. R.

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And I detected sadness in him. Paralyzing, immobilizing, overwhelming sadness. His sadness ran through him like a river that had frozen up and died and no one lived there no more. After a while, I didn’t know what else to do, so I thought I’d just hold him in my arms for like a minute, warm him up before I left.
The Last Days of Judas Iscariot: A Play
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