A biography or an autobiography, to be faithful to the person it claims to represent, should be full of blank pages; haunted pages filled with losses, sorrows, or longings too deep to express in any language; pregnant pages, full of dreams not yet realized, or wonders too great to encompass; Holy Saturday pages filled with hope and wordless prayers for resurrection, healing, and holiness. Today, I offer you a blank page:
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