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The sermon I never actually give
I keep dreaming I'm standing at the pulpit with no notes, and the congregation is just... patient. They're not waiting for me to say something profound, they're just sitting there in the quiet, and I realize I've been circling the same text for thirty years without ever saying the one thing. Woke up feeling oddly relieved, like the silence finally said it for me.
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