As The Crow Flies

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This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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...trying to remember when I'd last prayed for anything. My mind went back to the spring before last, and a time in Philadelphia when I'd sat in a hospital at my daughter's side. I'd prayed then-like a theological car salesman, I'd made deals, counterdeals, and threatened the very heavens themselves if they didn't release my daughter from the swollen solitary confinement to which a terrible accident had sentenced her.

Hell is Empty

As the Crow Flies

Hell is Empty