#0056. I close my eyes and I see all of that history drizzle out before me. I don't know how to handle this. I dream when I'm awake. I see the eyes of the Holy Infant flutter and shut. His mouth opens to speak, but the words are too hushed to hear. I dream when I'm awake, I think, but it may just be that I cannot stay awake. The Holy Infant is cradled in my arms. I have wronged him, somehow. Remember that old hymn? "I crucified thee."
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