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A Blues Memory

In New Orleans, I saw a reflection of myself in a stranger’s marbled tombstone. I turned away, but in every direction rows and rows of graves stood tall: bright reminders. I looked up and over the tombs and saw the building where my friend Harold lives, his windows facing a garden of stone and bones. … Continue reading

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The Garment

“Then Jesus called in a loud voice. He said, ‘Lazarus, come out!’ The dead man came out. His hands and feet were wrapped with strips of linen. A cloth was around his face. Jesus said to them, ‘Take off the clothes he was buried in and let him go.’” – John 11: 43-44 They keep … Continue reading

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