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[17 Nov 2008|05:53pm] |
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Sometimes when we lose ourselves in fear and despair - in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy - we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort. Not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things - the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties - which we assume only accessorize our days are effective for a much larger and nobler cause: They are here to save our lives. |
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