Kurt says, "This is the longest shortest trip I've been on" and "the week is as eternity, the days a breath"
Yes, my brother. Those were deep words for 11:30 last night after a long long flight. I reflect so that I may not forget. I write though remembering pains me in its lack of clarity--I am in America. It is too easy, too soon.
I want rice and rusty tacks again. Simplicity and trial. I desire the past to be a part of my future, but not in America. I have hands and feet, send me--But '"Woe is me! For I am lost; I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!"' (Is.6:5)
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