Understandable.

I’m working this afternoon in a coffee shop in Austin. At this moment, about 15 yards away from me, a woman is positioned on a couch, reading a book. She’s all alone. And she’s smiling and crying and wiping tears away and taking deep breaths and crying again.

The only words I can make out on the cover of her book?

Beauty and church.

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