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It’s all about perspective, isn’t it, Vincent? You view that church from across a field of golden waves, as though in getting too close you may be hurt yet again. As though that icon of faith would bring to mind the abysmal (apparent) failure you experienced in your ministry to miners. Am I correct?
So many years have passed now, and from my perspective, oh-so-much is more transparent. For you, it seemed failure dogged you your entire life—failure in love, failure in your passion for painting, failure to be accepted—even by your family. I know better. You never did.
Do you seek balance?
Blue that speaks of such sadness,
but yellow for joy.
(dis-moi is French for tell me, using the familiar form of the verb dire.)
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Victoria C. Slotto, Author 