with the stillness of almost-falling rain.
with the smoldering embers of palm leaves turning
turning into dust
(dust to turn us out of it)
Lent begins.
"Yes!" said the young adult peering into the newly-blackened can.
"These ashes are authentic. None of that ziploc-purchased sterility that comes late in the mail. Our ashes will be real--and we will share them."
We will share authenticity with others.
...because Lent has begun.
And we, ourselves, are turning.
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