And the winds are rumored up to 50mph. Beneath the gusts and the layers and the pull-string hoods my head and heart are churning with the feeling that the time has finally come.
I have wondered and wondered when, have been watching for it like a second coming, but it came when I wasn't looking just as they said it would. Now on the eve of Easter Sunday, I find myself liturgically appropriate both in my massive unbelief, and my grief that god is finally dead.
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