The winter sun wanes outside my cottage window, reclaiming its light. I wander about my warm shelter, softly gleaming with Christmas lights. Soon, friends will arrive, stomping their feet on the porch, blowing frosty air as they burst across the threshold, bearing sustenance and joy. I wonder as I wait. Is …
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Waiting
I am waiting, with Lawrence, for a rebirth of wonder. I am waiting, with Tolstoy, for a happy family. I am waiting, with Emily Gibbs, for us all to wake up. I am waiting for Clark Kent to reveal his true identity. I am waiting, with the Brothers Grimm, to live happily ever after. I …