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This is the year we have nothing to fear.
We have grace and hope sewn into our bones.
It was a good year.
There is a tapping, whilst we nap with our dreams high in the sky.
We didn't answer the door, so there comes teaching...
The door opens to a nurse with clothespins.
"What have ye to fear but a clothespin by the nose?"
As if we heard it through our dreams, we awakened.
"Better to have cookies at midnight than before twilight."
She whispers as she motions to follow.
As we sneak through the halls, there is no mouse or noise in the middle of the night.
Through the silence, we hear a clock tick as we walk.
It is loud and annoying, and we hope it is not midnight yet.
Suddenly without warning, we feel like we are the prey being stalked.
As we enter the kitchen, a woman stands near the counter with kittens.
Her hair is white as the moon's sheen.
Nearby there is a woman taking a tray out of the oven with mittens.
"Here are the cookies, warm and gooey."
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