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Chapter Eight Spruce[Alice] turned to the watercolor of the cedar grove. "I like this best. How the light falls between the branches. Why don't you call it 'Cathedral Light'?" "Does it look like that to you? Oh, Alice, I wish you'd go there with me. It's Stanley Park. The interior. It's so deep and quiet and still. It could heal a person, body and soul. I get a sense of some presence breathing there. God's too big to be squeezed into a stuffy church, but I feel Him there in the spaces between the trees." Alice observed her a moment, dewy-eyed, as though through all the years she had doubted whether her rebel sister even believed in God, and now she was relieved. |
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