“I am half-sick of shadows,” said the Lady of Shalott.  And therefore she was given:

Hugs from choir-children.

A candle-lit church sanctuary, full of red flowers.

Conversations.

A sun-lit ramble with a company of companions.

A little boy carrying a box of cookies.

Laughter.

Red bows on Harry the asparagus fern and golden bells on Firdinand the Christmas tree.

Photos of far-away friends.

Cinnamon-scented pinecones.

Crazy paper hats.

The reminder that one must be before one may do, and that sometimes being is much more important than doing.

And so she felt much better, and determined to go to bed.

 

 

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