There are deserts in the Hereafter. There is plenty of room in which to lose myself.
As it appears in “Apocalyptica: One Hundred Laments for Salt Lake City” by Keith Woo, page 193.
How could I have let myself crush something so fragile and so beautiful? Richard wondered.
“I came back, Richard,” Pil said, “because I’m still angry."
Slowly, through almost two days of this sacred work, Richard felt his soul healing.
“But what if you miss your opportunity to cross over?" Billy asked. "What if your way out closes?”
What they found waiting for them was the Sixth Gift.
“Poppa Bear,” Keith said. “You tell me both hello and goodbye every time you say you love me.”
Everything seemed to be in slow motion now.
He was tiny. He was weak. And he was broken.