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Lent, the Surgeon

I am sitting by the fire today. My back up against the hearth with pillows cushioning me. Down pillows. The outside temperature is below 30 degrees. A storm is moving towards our city with an assignment to drop a possible 12 inches on our property, decorating our tree limbs. Snow falling makes everything magical to me. Today marks a few weeks into Lent and, sadly, I have made it a last priority this year. It’s the Sabbath and I am not at church because I slept through my alarm. The six pillows must have cut off all sound from my ears, and the softest blanket in the world had me under a spell. The problem is, I like comfort. I crave to be cozy, never hungry and always clasping the perfect hot

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