Early Evening Prayer for the Infirm

Blessed Goddess Azra,

As we face the coming twilight of bitter cold and darkness,
let not the emptiness fill our bones or our hat;
and let the strong squirrel find his home beneath us, not above us;
and rob our children of flavored candies which
– in your wisdom –
they have not earned;

and guide us as we transcend parking lot Soda Men and their tongues.

Through Guidance and Hope and Love and Angels and Misery.

Thus we Pray.

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Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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