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The Rebecca Riots
"I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept."
What is the meaning of life? That was all — a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
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