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I was dreaming of food. Crisp baguettes, the flesh of the bread a virginal white, still steaming from the oven, and ripe cheese, its borders creeping toward the edge of the plate. Grapes and plums, stacked high in bowls, dusky and fragrant, their scent filling the air.

"Join me in separating hard evidence from holiday tradition and sentiment. One thing is clear: as it was for me, this quest could very well become the most important endeavor of your life."

They thirst for a word from God, anything at all, while we drown in convenience and excess.

He is making his way toward me—all within his perfect timing. He is coming with his eyes deadlocked on me the whole time.