I was up early-- before sunrise. I saw over the Chapel cross the star in the east. Shinning so bright, I was excited to see it. And you have to wonder if it is the same star that shone so long ago? I think so. As the sun rose, the sky became full of every kind of cloud I could imagine. No artist could capture the beautiful pink and blue. I could not enjoy a sight more striking. I was moved almost to tears. As usual, I searched for little holes in the clouds that I call windows to heaven. I am sure Truman is peeking through and smiling at me. Call me crazy, I am sure you do, but that is the thoughts I have. O. K. enough preaching. I tend to do that from time to time. So have a good day and enjoy the blessings of the season.
BETTY BOOP
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