


A place to talk out the wonder and confusion and lust of life. To talk about God, and Jesus, and poetry in old books and on street corners, and computer programming, and being heart bruised and love blushed, and crying when you read a book about people who died in a war, and being angry at your supermarket not caring about food, and loving people who are crazy and know nothing and everything, and about playing chess and why that is so old and good and beautiful.
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