We lost a bright light last eve. As the keeper was out walking late morning she came across a rhododendron in bloom, a bit out of season, but truly blooming in the gray chill. "Marilyn," she thought.
"On this mountain God will destroy
the veil which veils all peoples,
the web which is woven over all nations;
God will destroy death forever."
Isaiah 25
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