Rebecca had decided, while she spoon-fed broth and emptied chamber pots and applied poultices, that people were miracles. They woke up each day swimming in their sorrows and fears and got up and braved the day and cared for their little ones and had a thought for others. They planted the land and babied their crops so they could live. They hurt and they yearned and they hoped, and nobody could stop them. God never came, and they prayed. He took their babies away, and they worshipped. They suffered, and they served. They were beautiful as an idea, and they were beautiful in the particular. And
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MY FAVORITE PARAGRAPH in this book
