"Wash me thoroughly from my wickedness," he thought, bobbing in the lake. It was an old line, half-remembered. Absurd. But the sun was bright, the water calm. He really meant it, if only for a breath. He emerged two feet shorter. It turns out wickedness takes up a lot of space.
9:17 PM - 28 Feb 2018
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