Faith is one of only two things in mankind's consciousness that defies discussion. The other is one's marriage.
There are places I cannot visit. Places of unbearable sadness, grief, mourning. They say places are made by people. I say places are defined by the memories they conjure__he lunge of a curse, a shared and shattered history, a loved one drowned and lost in the ocean of forgetting.
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There are places I cannot visit. Places of unbearable sadness, grief, mourning. They say places are made by people. I say places are defined by the memories they conjure__he lunge of a curse, a shared and shattered history, a loved one drowned and lost in the ocean of forgetting.
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