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January 7 - January 20, 2025
You don’t believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.
“What if they come?� I asked. “What do they even look like?� “They look like anybody,� Ada said.
If you’ve never had a faith, you will not understand what that means. You feel as if your best friend is dying; that everything that defined you is being burned away; that you’ll be left all alone.
Still, I wanted to believe; indeed I longed to; and, in the end, how much of belief comes from longing?
