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The Feed

278: Asking for Bread

I don’t know what God looks like, but I know how big the sky is. I don’t know how to fall in love, but I know that it’s happened like I...

274: A Seat Saved For You

I cannot tell you about all the places I belong without telling you about my family’s dinner table, about the stories my father would...

248: Live From The Furbo

Every night we sit on the couch. Your arm around my shoulders, my knees pulled towards my chest. We eat dinner. We talk about the day....

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