Who knows what will finally happen or where I will be sent, yet already I have given a great many things away, expecting to be told to pack nothing, except the prayers which, with this thirst, I am slowly learning. Monday, April 9, 2012. Is when we still walk around radiant. Love has come to defeat death forever. And love stays- to comfort, sanctify. And redeem all of the broken. What the full glory light will reveal. And somehow also know, now.

As he walked, Edward fingered the hammer of the revolver resting in his pocket. He wondered what a shot would sound like echoing through the trees and out across the valley, unseen, beyond them. He read the words on the screen without thinking of their meaning.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011. The clouds make twilight seem earlier. The wind rattles down drops from heavy-laden leaves and it feels like autumn for a moment. The evening lantern orbs are lit, guiding my way home, and a few timid fireflies make their way around low branches. I notice in the distance, silvery leaves hanging on branches, cascading over the earth. I approach and see a tree down, the tallest tree in the park? Monday, May 09, 2011. Wednesday, March 09, 2011. I wanted to break .

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps. To only read what he has written seems like cheating. So I begin in the middle. I do not have the words now, yet at the moment I wonder if digging out from under strange grief and the impossible heaviness of fear could bring me closer to them. When you go digging, what will you find? The story of our time together and conversation, unless I record it he.

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