I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness. that mongrels make good dogs. that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.
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