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My soul seeks celebration, Wondrous bright decoration. Bring holly and ivy, and garlands unfurled. And sing Baroque carols; lighten my world. But no! How their beauty does wring my heart sore. I weep and cry out. I cannot take more. Yet Rudolph and Santa, leave me empty and hollow. So play on Baroque carols and let the tears follow! So play on symphonies de Noels, O Jesu mi Dulcissime, In Nativitatum Domini Canticum, And Harmonia Caelestis. Prepare ye the way for the Jubilate! Alleluia! and Gloria! by Elizabeth Crispina Johnson
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Note from ElizabethAlthough I am determinedly declaring that I will not allow being a cancer patient to define me, I recognize that in truth, for the next several months, it will in many ways do just that, This blog, Fighting with the Wind, is where my medical updates, philosophical musings, humorous anecdotes, heart-warming stories, spiritual contemplations, angry rantings, and joyous celebrations can be found. Archives
November 2018
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