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"Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
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23 January 2017
The wind blew gustily on the afternoon walk through the 'hood. Hair in our faces, we leaned into the rush. Today we passed the shadows of dogs jumping behind fences and cats arched on the front walk, hair standing up straight. Football fans gathered around big screens in open garage dens. Children passed by on bikes and ran through the front yard with Captain America shields. I could smell Fabuloso and fresh-cut grass and meat on the grill. And still, the sound of the howl of the wind was all that I could hear.