“In Sunday school, love was taught like blueberries baking in crust: let simmer & don't eat it all at once. I always ate too much until my plate emptied. I don't want to go, but I am alone in this feeling. Left to carry it gracefully until I'm alive in someone else's memory.” LoveAliveMemoryAloneFeelingSunday SchoolSomeone Else Book:Marys of the Sea Source: Marys of the Sea