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Christmas Walk

After the carols and the pageant of the birth, we walk through the night of Lexington to Suzanne and Fran’s. The streets are darker since a giant oak gave up the ghost and downed the lights. The colored bulbs at the Phi Gams’, still burning, though the brothers went a week ago, wouldn’t guide us back except we already know the necessary turns and window candles on McDowell cast their welcoming glow into the night. Then, as Enid taught us, we hold hands and from our circle of Quaker grace send silent wishes from our inner light to all our friends beyond this place

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