Miracles are wishes come true, matters of faith realized, love fulfilled. Your heart begins to rejoice is when you recognize that small voice, "It's me, Daddy. Is it ok if we go swimming down back after you get out of work? Mama said to ask you."
You know you've made it when you're all the way around to the other side of Merrymeeting Bay near Mama's church. It (the local temple) finally made her look like a beautiful bride of Christ. She looked like a bride doll in a white satin box. Does Jesus have a doll collection too?
I remember bride dolls. Decades ago, they were white lace dresses, plastic heels and bodies, fake hair and common pin pearl earrings.
It was the beginning of hell for me, to have far more than I needed.
ME owned me. It had effectively destroyed our family nest on the banks of the Kennebec River. ME is the abbreviation of the state where I was born.
We weren't river rats. They live in town. We were country cousins. We were dangerously well informed about truth and authority and who was actually in charge.
We questioned everything.
We were eager to learn.
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