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I miss him

Nothing reminds me of him because I don't allow it to

Both of those things can be true at once

He would be proud of me, probably, but I guess he would probably also have a lot to say

People’s ideas of Christ here are small, frivolous, watered down with weak will. I could (and have) watch (-ed) Jesus’s (God’s?

7:53 My mother has creases under her eyes I’ve forgotten I contributed to, laugh lines around her lips I didn’t realize were from jokes I’d made.

If I could find a color that I felt adequately described the bright bulbs outside my window, clinging to the branches of a tree I have never seen bloom, I would not use it

Some words have no place being written —

I have given a lot of my faith away with purple ribbons

Our fingers brush when my hope is taken from me, and I expect no more than a jolt in my stomach, slight discomfort at having been accidentally touched