From my kitchen window I look out to an ornate church with a steeple and a cross that illuminates at night. In mid-winter when it’s still dark I stand at the sink filling the kettle, looking at the cross lit like a beacon, and think about what the day will bring. Mostly I’m concerned with what needs to get done before the school bus leaves at 8:05am but…
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