It is winter now in Northern Michigan. It is December 15th and it is raining. It is fitting for the current circumstances. There is something about the purity of snow that reminds me of innocence. I don't know that I could handle that right now. I think about all the little ones in my life, and I think about what it must feel like to have them taken from me when I was just getting to know them. My only solace now is in the light. The light of the season. The single flame that comforts the soul. In the midst of this horrible tradgedy may we all find light in the places we least expect it. May God Bless all those I hold dear in my heart. The ones I know, and the ones I have yet to meet.
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