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by Mike
“There you were, you and your mother, blowing bubbles at the cat, such a barrage of them that the poor beast was beside herself at the glut of opportunity… Some of the bubbles drifted up through the branches, even above the trees. You two were too intent on the cat to see the celestial consequences of your worldly endeavors.”
– John Ames writing to his son in Gilead by Marilynne Robinson.
Back in Caltanissetta, exploring the side streets.
