Thursday, September 15, 2005
from the small hours: thoughts on grace
It’s been a long day. Why, then, was I just staring up at my roommate’s bed, thinking (in my nearsighted way) that the underside of the mattress looks like the roly-poly bugs I played with fifteen years ago?
This is what I get for reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek before bed.
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