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For Solomon Burke

In the midst of our railing against religion, it can be easy to forget the human heart that lies within its crumbling machinery. I have long been a lover of traditional gospel music, particularly the kind that developed among African-American … Continue reading

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Collecting Dust

Some people collect stamps – famed portraits in miniature or paper windows opening upon far-flung places to which they never will carry reports of illnesses, miraculous recoveries, unexpected deaths, or funerals one wished to attend, short courtships and long engagements, … Continue reading

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