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Christmas in 75 words…?

The forms of things unknown

By Denise Sparrowhawk

Christmas Spirit. The bus was full. A weight of sadness dragged on her soul. She closed her eyes, centering her thoughts on the sadness, and made the wish. Gradually she sensed a shift – the weight dragging on her soul a little less unbearable. The bus stopped, disgorged its excited passengers onto the pavement to scurry home. One man waited, watching the bus pull away. She saw him smile, shrug, straighten his shoulders and stride away.

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