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They’re out there on the Front Range, glowing, hot centers of significance framed by the snow capped 14’ers and all the other young bloods of this lifted earth. \u00a0Grandchildren. There goes Gabe, moving quickly from train to train, watching for Thomas, looking for something maybe to pick up. \u00a0That one, the golden one, that’s Ruth. \u00a0She moves deliberately from sewing machine to science fair to art project, might stop by the kitchen to chop up some vegetables. \u00a0Or, she might do a stand-up comedy routine.<\/p>\n
There are, you know, those maps of the earth at night, lights blazing, cities spreading out like neurons and dendrites. \u00a0That’s the way family and friends are. \u00a0Bright lights in the nightscape of our lives. \u00a0A bright light in Singapore. \u00a0Another near the Rub Al-Kahli, the vast sandy empty quarter in Saudi Arabia. \u00a0Even in the bright lights of New York there are two stronger ones. \u00a0North Carolina. \u00a0Indiana. \u00a0Oklahoma. Texas. California. Georgia. Mihailesti, Romania. Northern England.<\/p>\n
They are visible in the infrared spectrum of the heart. \u00a0The heart gives us night vision to find those important to us, no matter where on the spinning globe they might be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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