It’s late – far too late – but I can’t sleep. So, as always, when I can’t sleep, I write. I hold a vigil for the broken, dead, and dying. I hold myself and weep. I put a wooden statue of the Holy Mother next to me as I write this – somehow, in times […]

via A Vigil for the Slain of the Orlando Shooting — S. Bradford Long

From the perspective of an amazing human.

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