It’s cold out there this morning. There’s frost on the roofs and on the lawns. The doves huddle close on the phone lines, quiet. Yet the sun comes, dancing golden in the tops of the trees. It’s dancing on the lawns, it’s dancing into our lives. The light warms the roofs, it warms the streets, its warms our hearts.

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