Dark Night of the Soul, Epilogue

Our youth went caroling this evening, and our last stop was at the woman's room. As soon as we came around the corner, her eyes lit up and she threw her arms around me the most enthusiastic way an 80-year-old woman can. The light of love pierces the darkness and the darkness has no chance.

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