All of us
go down to the dust; yet even at the grave we make our song: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
--from the Book of Common Prayer, the Burial of the Dead.
As is the case with so many others on my flist, it's hard to know what to say at this moment. How do I describe the effect that Madeleine L'Engle's work, her writing, her very life had on
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