I can't recall why we were smiling when my sister-in-law snapped a photo of me beside Bishop Henning, but it doesn't matter. I left that confirmation feeling as if the world had turned a corner.


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I can’t recall why we were smiling when my sister-in-law snapped a photo of me beside Bishop Henning, but it doesn’t matter. I left that confirmation feeling as if the world had turned …{ai:summary}<p>A snapshot caught a fleeting moment of joy beside Bishop Henning, but the memory is as hazy as the reasons for that smile. Something in the air felt shifted after the confirmation—like hope had briefly flickered and then dimmed.  </p><p>#society</p>

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