Miracles never crease
March 10, 2008If I could fold this miracle and carry it in my pocket, I would. Light as a dollar bill, it would carry me further—when released from its confines—than a bus token, and would never, ever wrinkle.
But even if they don’t crease, miracles don’t take to holding fast. They prefer to appear and disappear, winking like a quarter dropped in the grass at twilight.
100 Proof 
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