dust to dust.

Being sick on Ash Wednesday feels wholly appropriate–dust I am, to dust I shall return, and in the meantime I have a hacking cough and feel as though I’ve been hit by a Mack truck. We are fragile beings.

In forty days comes the resurrection. I’ll wait for it.

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