December 11, 2011 06:44:20 PM
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Martin
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“Damn”, he thought, gazing emptily. The low winter light played long shadows as he contemplated the e-mail and his failing mother.
He walked on.
Just the night before, he had played Saint Nicholas for the children of an Orthodox parish. For a few moments, he had felt like one whose prayers were heard by God Himself.
He took a long, uneven breath. The smell of the holy incense still lay on his coat.
He stopped, and wept.
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