I know what hate
is, she said. I know how to hate him and
I know how to hate myself.
So they sent her to
someone who could teach her how not to hate.
He had nothing to do with God or Christs nailed to crosses.
It took a long
time. But she learned how to not to
hate. Instead she learned how not to
trust. She could live with
mistrust. She could not live with hate.
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