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Saints & Ain'ts

July 8, 2019/Jeanine Hathaway
In one morally neutral moment, a fresh line was drawn between past and future. I tripped backward and lost my balance. In breaking my fall, I broke my wrist. My left wrist, sinister in Latin. A few hours later, I was cast into an uncertain future, with painkillers. A few days later, I was scheduled for surgery, plate and screws. To prepare myself for that, I did what any American might: I watched videos. Single-handed, I could distract myself, put some distance between last week’s peace and tomorrow’s future: demons called Legion, called Fear, called What-If? ...
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