reflection

To Church

To Church

There was a time I didn’t dread going to church.   The carpet would dot my knees with peaks and valleys, unnoticed vexations of genuflection left until the service’s conclusion, testaments to my concentration’s depth. Then I would explore the irritated indents, pocked flesh piles of dried currants, with the pad of my pointer finger. […]

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