I love this imagery of the universe standing on its tippytoes. I imagine demons scurrying in haste because their time is short, and angels leaning over the balcony of heaven with . . . .
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A Cross-Shaped Hole
I had the American Dream, and yet my heart felt empty. I had a handsome husband and a beautiful baby and a home of my own. Yet peace eluded me. . . .
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