...to explain the Encores.
It goes back to joining the applause. It was late by the time four bodies were showered, four sets of teeth brushed, four books read, four prayers heard. I got one grainy shot of the sky long after the sun had set.
Back to that, and back to this: Distance adds intrigue.
And the dare.
To live.
Fully.
Right where I am.
All the world is charged with the grandeur of God.
But in Iowa, we've got great sky.
There, it flames out, like shining from shook foil.
How long with this preoccupation last?
I don't know.
But what to call repeat performances besides Encore?
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