A few days ago I wrote about what I’ve come to call substitutionary tears, ones I’ve allowed to stand in for sorrows I stifle, afraid of what lies in deeper waters. I wrote about probing strong emotions stirred on this trip to “take a pick-axe” to these substitutionary tears wherever I find them. I want to daylight things I need to exorcise to remove th…
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