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Do you know what it's like to be blinded by the light? It must be like the morning I slept too long and too deeply, with my face bearing the strength of the sun, which by early day was streaming brazenly through the uncurtained window. I hazily dreamed of spinning, spinning, until I awakened to find the room spinning, indeed. It was as though my eyelids had offered my eyes no protection at all from the onslaught of the brightness-they might as well have been made of the finest tissue paper. For hours, while my vision was impaired, I reflected on the Road to Damascus, and poor St. Paul. Our lights went out yesterday, in a wild storm, effectively ending our various electricity-driven enterprises for the rest of the day. Just as dusk was overtaking us, and we were gathering the oil lamps, the light was suddenly back, cheerfully ablaze, as if on cue. The hair dryer was soon in full operation, meaning Carrie was leaving for the evening, almost certainly to arrive back home with the wee hours nipping at her heels. Later, much later, I prayed in silence, staring at the ceiling of our blackened room, alert. Our bedroom is so far removed from the road leading to our house that I did not hear the car edging closer. And then, finally, two fleeting streaks of light above me, the reflections of the headlights of her car. Thank you, Lord�my daughter's safely home. I know something of what it's like to be blinded by the light. And how it sometimes happens when I'm sound asleep. More often, though, I'm so desperate to see any shred of light at all that I lie on my back, in abject darkness, waiting for a shining sliver to flash across the bedroom sky. With eyes wide open.

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Away from the sidewalk before people come by. She looks as if she is trying to nip at people's heels.
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