Dear Seminary Girl,
They’re going to tell you to drink.
Because of the heat, they’ll say.
Because the sun here is different.
It’s true.
The sun here is different. You should drink.
There are other truths. Truths that won’t be elucidated as clearly. Like the fact that soon, or at the end, or at some odd moment in the middle, you’ll find yourself all alone, far from the sun and the friends and the infinite talking, in thick velvety darkness. You’ll grope through that aloneness searching the night for answers to questions you don’t know you have.
With moist eyes, you’ll find the stars. Stars that do not stay stagnant in the sky, stars that hang low, so that you may touch them. And there, where heaven and earth collide, you’ll understand that it’s not just the sun — all the light here is different.
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