Thea,
my older daughter was alarmed when every light went out. Darkness cloaked her, heavy and scratchy. I kindled a fire then, and the gale of light blew off her cloak. New light gave birth to new light and soon both of my daughters were twittering and dancing, delighted. Light of Christ. Light of Christ. Light of Christ. Thanks be to you, Thea. Amen.
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