Grace on a Bad Day

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When grace finds you, she will crack you open. If only just a little, enough to let the dark seep out. It will be such a small thing, but it will matter. She found me at the wheel of my car, traveling from here to who-knows-where, in the throes of a full and fearsome panic. It was the age of my unraveling, when I had forgotten how to be here, how to breathe and stay on two feet. I was a mess, every day, and not a hot one. A tepid mess, dragging through…