The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

It took just over 24 hours to cry through the entire box of tissue. We’d driven up the coast, through a steady rain, for a long weekend on Cape Cod. We had no real plan other than resting up, exploring the area, and working our way through a stack of favorite family games. We’d packed cinnamon tea, red wine, books, sweaters, and walking shoes. 

We were, after all, following doctor’s orders. Last

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