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poetry and musings from the girl behind the mask my journal  of Juha Harju. All rights reserved. Used with permission. Graphics by: Deanna
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Monday, January 03, 2005
The Changing Faces of God (conversional conversation) I sat in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror while God stood behind me braiding my hair. He patted me on the head and told me I was a good girl. "You should try harder," he said. "It would suit you. "That's the thing," I replied. "I've decided to stop trying to be something I'm not ... some other person. Some other unattainable person. There's nothing worse than a faker, you know." His fingers finished the last of the braid and he used a single strand of my hair to tie it off at the ending. "Now sit down," I said. "It's your turn." He sat down hesitantly in the wobbly old chair and sighed. "OK." He paused. "What've you got?" "Well," I began, as I twisted my fingers around his hair, "first let's have a little chat about this genocide thing." I pulled his long white hair into a tight knot on the top of his head. "And by the way," I remarked, "you shouldn't hide behind your hair. You've got a beautiful face."
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