The bed becomes your church; you pass the collection plate back and forth until you’ve given too much, then your poverty becomes your gift... And though, in days or months or years to come, you’ll swear you were fooling yourself, you weren’t; it really happened... above you for a moment hovered the dove.
-Sy Safransky
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