5 Sept 2022

You have not learned to relax but have found ways to cope — praying, chastising, escaping — and you wonder if this is how it is, forever. You send an offering in response, you call it a gift, to the creature who asked you to watch it unfold. You sweat because it is still summer.

At night, a statue of Mary stands in purple light, surrounded by dark green foliage, standing on top of an altar glowing vibrantly orange, filled with candles.

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