I didn’t know what I thought of heaven above us or hell deep below, the fires supposed to be constantly stoked and tended. I was afraid to tell her what I feared: that both places were kingdoms of air... And for all the praying I’ve done in my life, I fear that prayers are bits of grain the birds drop to the wind.

-Erika Mailman

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