With thanksgiving


It was 2 am.  My four-year-old had woken up with a bad dream.  I went into her room, gave her a kiss on the forehead, gave her some half-asleep words of assurance, and adjusted the blankets.  She went back to sleep immediately.  I, on the other hand, did not.  As I returned to bed and pulled the thick blankets over my shoulders, my mind began buzzing:

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