I was vaguely aware of a very distant-sounding high-pitched noise. The siren. I struggled to concentrate on the faint sound, to go toward it, but everything was black. Yet, in my unconscious state, I knew if I could get to that sound, I would be okay. But the thick darkness swirled in.
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Searching! Part 1
Grace fanned through the book and was astonished to see that each of the letters in the book was addressed to her. Then, Merci paged through it and was equally surprised to see her name as the recipient of letters personally written and signed by various women from long, long ago.
Full Circle
Then Grandma said something I thought to be very strange. “I am in the valley of the shadow of death right now, my granddaughter, but I am not afraid. I do not fear.”