It's All About the Light . . .

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The other day late in the afternoon, there was a strange glow in the frosted glass in the window at the top of the cellar stairs.
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I ran around to the front windows to see if the world was ending or aliens were landing or some such. There was a crazy pink light painting everything all rosy, and I hadn't even been drinking !
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The sunset was doing a wild dance in the western skies.
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Gotta love days like that. Because it's all about the light, the light we see, the light we share, the light we shine.
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