e-verities

Washing hands in a crystal bowl held aloft by trembling arms, he looks through the water at the bowed head and sweating neck of the servant. Dirt clouds the view. Drying his hands he turns and says to the crowd, "What is . . .

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Little Women


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Blindsided by betrayal, casting doubt on all I believed to be true, I find myself rethinking everything, searching for verities, and trying to distinguish the eternal from the ephemeral. [Backstory: Archives, Sunday, October 31, 2004, “Absolute Trust Betrayal.”]
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