Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.
Three years now we have gone
To a small theater to watch
Our friends in a short, creative version
Of The Nutcracker.
When my friend, the Snow Queen,
Came out, I found myself
Unexpectedly
Stifling sobs, at the great beauty
And poise and grace.
I am not usually brought to tears
By appearance.
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