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God is you, and God is me. And God is every rock and every tree. And my faith is boundless merging into the right hand lane over the bridge and up the hill where dormant trees line the road. Because we’re in a drought you know. Like your heart cold and barren. But love is not an equation for scientists to debate for millennia. Today I’ve decided to live vicariously through myself. Sequoia. Goddess. Wonderful bitch. The substance of my life spewed over the conveyor belt; milk next to cheese, next to bread, next to eggs, next to cereal, next to yogurt, next to ‘no more tears’ shampoo, next to maxi pads.