Dear Brother,
I remember being frightened by a pareidolic vision of a woman in the fire at a book burning and incineration of our confessions. I told Mother “That is the sin eater” and she shushed me and gathered me up with you and rushed us home in fear of the New Dawning spies who would arrest us for suspicious beliefs. That night, the woman enveloped me in her fire. She said: “Little Sister, I do not wish for your papers, only a pure heart, the purity of love and imagination.”
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Within A Forest Dark 