The Mile: Good Friday
The Mile: Good Friday You will come at a turning of the trail to a wall of flame Anita Barrows “Questo Muro” It started in the garden didn’t it, (though maybe earlier) when he’s begging his father for his life only to be resolved to losing it after all. And all the blood means nothing. It will fall onto the ground and the olive roots may tingle a bit and honestly be the only things that know what’s remarkable about all that’s going on here: a kiss is still waiting on the lips of the man who will rat him out. Honestly, it’s still being shaped, all that money hasn’t even changed hands. And the rest of them are still asleep and he means to sleep with them, like he will tomorrow but with thieves. He hasn’t even considered the real possibility of it all being some big mistake, not really, something that can, just by his asking,