Dreams, Everyday Failings, and Almsgiving
Last night, I had one of my usual stress dreams. Ever since 2001, when my best friend sent her last letter to me, I've been haunted by the question of why. I had loved her so deeply for a decade, and we had been so close in our own way, that it made no sense to me that she would cut me off like that. The last thing she wrote to me was a
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