[Two]we never went to mass, i must confess though it has been at least one lifetime since my last confession.
a lifetime of miraculous righteousness of twining shining rage and the occasional set of charred pylons reaching from one bank toward the far shore indicating a connection now no more, and perhaps outright war. a lifetime with no salvific vision, and less faith in the authority of anyone to confer absolution, or to judge; anyone but me.
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