Winkie by Clifford Chase
My church gig has started back up again, and I happened to get to the most miraculous part of the book when I opened it up when Rev. Right-Wing started his sermon. You couldn't tell, because it was so hot that everyone was dripping with sweat, but I was silently weeping for Winkie and his/her offspring, Baby Winkie.
After church, I read the rest of the book. I cried more than once, out of anger, out of grief, out of beauty.
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