In third year,
you find yourself praying every chance you get, and anywhere you can. After every lecture or seminar, on every page you've turned, in front of laptop screens, between cubicles when you've gone on your toilet break, behind library walls when you've exhausted yourself. By the cathedral steps because you hope to be up there, with your friends because you leave no man behind, under your cover because you've got bags from being burdened all night, over your dissertation because it has now become your living word. In all the dark places your mind wanders, because it does wander and leaves you ceasing. Pray. Temi F.
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