5 hour drive.
5 hour drive.
5 hour drive.
5 hour drive.
5 hour drive.
Late. We are late.
A beard is eating my uncle's face.
(He suffocates.)
A line of white babies.
One by one.
Assembly line of Christ.
A paper dove.
It whispers: "Once the Holy Spirit comes in you, you will be filled with power."
Another uncle, not by blood. He takes photographs, captures images of tradition (repetition repetition.)
Go in peace. Get out of my church.
Barbecue.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Christening
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