For many years, I’ve kept an imaginary place just outside my vision, a plain field with very green grass. It came about out of necessity to give me a place to put these memories. When I would encounter something beyond comprehension, something that would cause me to question my faith or fill me with profound sorrow, I would sit quietly and think of that green field just outside my perspective. I would picture myself walking along the row of small mounds until I would find a new place, untouched. I would remove the sod and dig a hole in the ground and put the memory of that child whose story
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