Gaslight comes through the window of my bedroom. Its incandescent hues cast a broken square upon my wall. It makes the old paint glow a faded yellow-white. I can see the moving shadow of the curtains blowing to the beat of evening breezes. Lying in my bed, I feel so much; only a child, but …
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The Gentle Question of Faith
Reconnection and an Old Kinship: A week ago, I received a particular letter from an old friend of mine with whom I have recently begun corresponding again; he is one of my friends from my years at Ouachita. Our first acquaintance was in 1991 during the beginning of my second, and his first, year there. …