I urge you to click through and read—rather: savor, contemplate, and pray—this lovely hymn to God, to the funny sad delightful place called Ithaca, New York, and to resurrection.

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Andy:

Praise God, men and women dressed in brown, carrying your lives on your backs. Praise God, street-side café with your goggle-eyed Chihuahua sign. Praise God, scrap metal horse. Praise God, basement shop full of silky foreign scarves.

Praise God, shoe store so proud of being in Collegetown since before you were born.

Praise God, little tattoo parlor with the brass sign on your inner door, Confessions, 3-5 pm.