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She was a bad age to meet these men; just too old to be safe and just too young to know why.
“You could have had a donkey.” “What?” “You ate my donkey.”
“Why? It doesn’t weigh a thing. And it makes me happy.” “Making you happy is not my job.” “I know. That’s why I want the whistle.”
“Well, I do what I say. Which is why I don’t say much.”
The knight would never forget the image of the faltering priest holding the girl up; how like the raising of the Eucharist it looked.
Love is always harder. Love means weathering blows for another’s sake and not counting them. Love is loss of self, loss of other, and faith in the death of loss.
fear of Hell is one of many paths to it. Forget Hell and love one another. That is all He wants of you.
