Ash Wednesday

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Ashes on my forehead and contemplation of dust to dust. Oddly, the presence of my father, and others long lost. Life has savor, but dust when it comes will have its beauty too, my father and my babies, perhaps… And if oblivion, that too has Grace. I should like to wear ash on my forehead all the time. It’s powerful.

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