Last summer, I tried to read Ecclesiastes with Wes, Ian and David (and Dave?) and I really hated it. I didn't understand it all.
Yesterday, I was waiting for the very same Ian to get out of class so he, Abs and I could go to Puppets, and as my fingers froze outside the Dennison building, I read Ecclesiastes again.
It was beautiful:
"He has also
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