Poppets ponder A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
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It is not so far an irony that she wrote brilliantly about death in The Summer of the Great-Grandmother and spoke often of her own. A life well lived, indeed. Such so that her death though sad is not one I consider too early. She said her peace – and her wars – in pen and podium. And she died near the same place as her mother did in that same book, only a few years shy of the same age, too – 88. Lots of living in those 88 years….All I know for now is that wherever God is, Heaven is, and if I don 't have glimpses of it here and now, I'm not going to know it anywhere else. - The Irrational Season