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The vehicles drove slowly along the winding roads, and as they came closer, each heart prayed that the meetingplace would be OK. As they cleared the last turn, they parked the car and the van, and got out in silence.
The meetingplace was reduced to cinders.
"My computer!" Jaben said.
"My paintings!" Sarah said.
As they stood, speechless, memories flashed through each mind, of moments spent there, treasures that were no more.
"I heard a story," Sarah said through tears, "in which a man was fond of books, and had a massive library. One night, his angel appeared to him in a dream, and said, 'Your time is near. Do you have any questions about the next world?'
"'Will I have at least some of my books?'
"'Probably.'
"'Which ones? There are some that I really want to keep.'
"'The ones you gave away.'"
Jaben completed the thought. "And now the only paintings of yours that you can still see are the ones you gave away." He prayed a moment, and said, "You gave away some paintings that were very close to your heart. Now you can still see them."
"What shall we do? What shall we do?" said Désirée.
Silence.
Then Ellamae, in her high, pure, clear voice, sang the first notes of a song.
Silence.
She sang the notes again, and reached out her hands.
The friends formed a circle, and joined hands.
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise him all creatures here below.
Praise him above ye heav'nly host.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen.
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