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Stig’s Christmas Message

Don’t believe in stars. Stars are distant things, that don’t dispel the darkness over any Bethlehem. They were not lit for us. They burn for themselves. For people, eyes shine bright. Let us follow them. Don’t believe in kings. They … Continue reading

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“She came to the farm and bore me … and then vanished.”

October 5 – Stig’s birthday. A hectic day on his paternal grandparents’ small farm, because it was in the middle of the potato harvest. And here was this girl from one of the towns up north, pregnant by one of … Continue reading

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“I seek consolation as a hunter tracking prey”

  “I can sit in the safest of rooms and suddenly sense death all around: in the fire, in every sharp object at hand, in the weight of the ceiling and the mass of the walls; in the water, the … Continue reading

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