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Jesus winked at me, Nan, I exclaimed, shocked and ecstatic, come here quick and see. I remember those eyes clear and crystalline as a crisp April morning showering their aquablue blessings upon that tiny white cabin in Penn’s Woods. I blinked and rubbed my own just to be sure, and – wink – there he went again. It’s just a pigment of your imagination, Nan replied, picking up the frame and turning it front and back to show it was only a picture. She was probably just jealous Jesus never winked at her, and never sent her the message that he was alive and well and holed up in a beatific walkup in some hidden dimension tenement hanging out with his new crowd where his followers wouldn’t find him. He entrusted me with the secret until the time is just right. Someday soon he’s going to wink a mighty wink that will shatter Nan’s every doubt.