Life is mysterious. I’m pretty much always on the lookout for clues. I like detective stories, especially when the sleuth, reluctant or otherwise, is a broken, complicated human, who may not know what they’re doing, but is nonetheless propelled by a need/desire/calling to bring about some kind of resolution. That’s noble, and necessary, and good, I thi…
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