The Valley

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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…

Psalm 23:4

And one day your vision will have narrowed to a pinhole. Your heart will weep. There will be fire in your brain and a roar in your ears.

You will lean far over the balcony rail. You will fashion a noose.

But you will wait. And you will hate yourself for it.

The next day you will wake and eat a cinnamon roll. And for no reason, life will make sense again.

You will vacuum. You will take a shower.

Then, unexpectedly, a tractor trailer will pull up outside and carry you out of town. And you will love yourself for it.

Wait for it.

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