O ye of little faith.

• 10th December 2008
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I stared as the usher wheel you up the ramp and into the sanctuary. Your wheelchair glides soundlessly over the glistening tiles. If I had closed my eyes, I would not have noticed your presence; oblivious like the rest of the crowd.   I stared as your head lay cocked to the side; your eyes never focused. The gnarled

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