Ilse my childhood friend once found a raspberry in the camp and carried it in her pocket all day to present to me that night on a leaf. Imagine a world in which your entire possession is one raspberry and you give it to your friend.
On the Boston Holocaust Memorial
A dream and making sense of reality
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My post yesterday, through which I am trying to resurrect the Καθολικός
διάκονος Friday *traditio*, focused on the last chapter of Metropolitan
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