This I Believe: Peers of Saints “Even when I was that little I remember realizing the uselessness of trying to believe—like wearing a wig, itchy and false and apt to shift. After I stopped going to church with my dad I would have my own sacred Sunday mornings in moss, in copses of trees, in alfalfa fields with books of seeds, books of light.” by Emma Aylor
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This I Believe: Peers of Saints

“Even when I was that little I remember realizing the uselessness of trying to believe—like wearing a wig, itchy and false and apt to shift. After I stopped going to church with my dad I would have my own sacred Sunday mornings in moss, in copses of trees, in alfalfa fields with books of seeds, books of light.”

by Emma Aylor