"But everything I wanted to say would be things I couldn't say. Not unless it was to some wonderful, perfect, all-understanding listener, the sort one used to imagine God was in the days when one said prayers. Not quite like God either, for this listener would sometimes say something kind and gentle, and sometimes, stroke one's hand a little to show that he understood."
On the third page??
— Aug 19, 2025 07:36AM
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