A traveling priest stopped for tea, and when we were finished he asked me if I was going home now, and the moment he asked me that I stopped.
This is home: these clown shoes and battered wings, the shivering, and keeping warm by the memory of her voice when she said, "Be gone."
[Image: wooden doll by Hildegard Wegner. See more of them here.]
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