Wednesday, December 13, 2006

He's not the Messiah

In lazy lush Somerset, where the cider apples grow, there was a place called 'The Abode of Love,' where my grandmother and mother both grew up. My great grandfather, awkwardly, is reputed to have declared himself to be the Messiah there and had three children by the Holy Spirit: Power, Glory and Life. Life was my grandmother.

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