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THE MAGNITUDE OF GRACE The moon’s full, frozen, empathetic face in a sunlit sky of December dusk, acknowledges the solitude of place and fortitude of those whose stoic trust in promises beneath the frosted earth pays homage to the immigrants who died, as children or to children giving birth, and those who buried them who must have tried to justify the misbegotten choice that led them to this unforgiving plain— to listen for the all-forgiving voice to give them will to rest and rise again. The moon’s full, frozen, empathetic face exemplifies that magnitude of grace.
—Jim Stone