I marvel at the glimmering, dancing lights in the north east sky. They are not brilliant - but distinct. I see the lengthening and shortening of the bright, white Chinese lantern - the moon, full, reflecting on the moving water as we drive slowly through the accumulation on the highway, tiny bit flooded. I marvel at the majesty as we return after foot washing on this Holy of Thursday nights. I wonder...
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