Is this how you act toward your honored guest? You must take him out onto the street and walk him around a bit to wake him up. The cold will do him good." "He's lying in the snow. Isn't that cold enough?

All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

What is love but understanding and rejoicing that another lives, works, and feels in a different and opposite way to ourselves? That love may be able to bridge over the contrasts by joys, we must not remove or deny those contrasts.

This morning I was ten years old. Tonight I am older than the stars.

Written By Kathryn Lasky

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