Quiet, palm sunday coming into passover, I tidy and paint.
Enjoying my work and the day, listening to the radio, where all
Isn’t so well.
First, a disturbing story of the vehemence of an anonymous
Person, whose lies so severely hurt another. Yet outed, still held
Her twisted view.
Then, on this high holiday, three people killed by a stranger for
Not believing as does he. I lament the sorrow, the terror these
Foul bullies caused.
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