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the hands of god
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i was six years old in a pew too big, swinging my legs, counting the breaths between each amen and the next forgive me, father. i felt my own name pressed under my tongue, didn’t say it out loud, didn’t belong to me yet. they said i’d feel whole if i let it in, dipped my hands in water too cold. said it would make me clean but i just felt owned. pressed their thumbs into my temples, prayed ... » Continue Reading