[Easter] is my season of defeat. Though all is green and death is done, I feel alone. As if the stone rolled off from the head of the tomb is lodged in the doorframe of my room, and everyone I've ever loved lives happily just past my able reach. And each time Jesus rises I'm reminded of this marble fact: they are not coming back.
Jill Alexander Essbaum, EASTER

Nyx, Sierra's cat.

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BOOK ONE
EXEGESIS