of becoming a desert dweller. Like Serafim, I had suffered on the cross with Christ, but unlike him, I had not yet given everything. You see, Aleksandr, in each heart three trees grow. Life cuts them down, trims them, crafts them into crosses. Then they are lifted high on a hill'a hill like a skull. One is the cross of Jesus, the second the cross of the repentant thief, and the third the cross of the unrepentant thief.
Michael D. O'Brien — The Father's Tale
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