131. The tender way he holds my hands to warm them.
132. Hearing her laugh with the students after suffering such a tragic loss.
133. A stretch of mild days this late into the year.
134. Twilight on the way home after a long, disappointing day in Boston.
135. The excitement of a young child who turned my whole day around.
136. They came to participate in the lighting of the Advent candle and the daily reflection without being asked or complaining.
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