Lent 2, 2015

Empty, desolate: the desicated dust of desert, the frigid, frightful frostiness . . . My God, my God! Oman had cooling rains this week. In the West Michigan snow, tulips have four-centimeter sprouts. Hope in God; spring is coming. Anger, panicking: intractible ideology or vicious, vengeful violence . . . My God, my God! Charlie […]

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