For me, few things in life are as humbling as Ash Wednesday. From the time I was a kindergartner, I've found myself in the slowly moving line to receive a sloppy, thumbed cross. Each year, I reach the front of the line and stand still as the ashes are swept across my forehead. From the swift stroke, there always seems to be a few stray crumbles
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An exquisite line, and the last paragraph as a whole is really, really strong. Love it.
Could I direct a few others to your lj, or do you prefer to garner your own readers? No worries if that's the case.
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I'll gladly take more readers!
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