As a sort of addendum to my last post: Proper 29 project
Close to my heart: A Franciscan's perspective on torture.
And this day needs some Patty Griffin (because what day doesn't need Patty Griffin?):
Sometimes I feel like
I've never been nothing but tired
And I'll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
But then I go on again
Because you ask me to
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