when I wish...
...that this blog was anonymous so I can really write for my cathartic therapeutic benefit.
...I was a guy so I can travel anywhere, alone, unhindered by the fear for my safety.
...that good food cooked itself.
...I was in heaven already so that I could be with Jesus and not have to deal with my own brokenness and the brokenness of this world.
...that time stopped at my whim.
...that my white mac never will get dirty. Wait. That's everyday.
...I was still a kid.
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