A friend sent me an excerpt from a collection of essays written by Mary Oliver titled “Upstream.”She writes:“In the winter hours I am writing about, there was much darkness. Darkness of nature, darkness of event, darkness of spirit. The sprawling darkness of not knowing. We speak of the light of reason. I would speak here of the darkness of the world, and the light of _________. But I don’t know what to call it. Maybe hope. Maybe faith, but not a [...]
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