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Good Friday: this floating space

Posted on April 18, 2014 by mrsmetaphor

I’m suspended here, in this floating space just before Pascha, in the air, in the water, it’s hard to explain. Before I have coffee in the morning there’s that groggy brain poking through, telling me I have to get up, … Continue reading →

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