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I was the girl

Ken Sparling

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The certainty that I am alone ensures nothing. And then the girl is gone, and I’m alone with myself again. I thought I was supposed to be with God, and wasn’t God supposed to be most apparent on this night of greatest darkness? But I don’t see him here.
Ken Sparling is currently constructing handmade books for his new serial library. If you want to know more, contact him at ksparling@torontopubliclibrary.ca.