The thorns we keep
Do you, my dear reader, have a story you can put down?
It’s just a story, after all.
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Birds and Heroin
I no longer believe that God is in heaven, waiting to hear our prayer before he grants the wish. The power of the prayer or the fast is in the connection it gives us. We are to bear witness to each other. There is power in this. I am powerless over heroin. I am powerless over schizophrenia.
