
Last night, I stood in the backyard looking at the moonlight shining on my house and the twinkle of the Christmas lights through the window. Their soft glow felt almost like a benediction of tiny, trembling prayers strung across branches and the banister. The Christmas tree lights still shimmer in the early January dusk, as if the world is reluctant to let go of this season of brightness.
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