Monday, July 01, 2013

ART OF RESURRECTION

The small stone plaza was floating in the midday heat. The  Christ of Elqui, kneeling on the ground, his gaze thrown back on high, the part in his hair dark under the Atacaman sun -- he felt himself falling into an ecstasy. It was nothing  less than this: he had brought it to pass. Had restored to life a dead man.
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