Here is an untraditional symbol of Advent that burst its way into my rainy day. But I think it can hold its own. In the South of France, dolphins were a symbol for the King. The dolphins are back. Or maybe it is I. It is hard to know who is the constant. Some days they are there. And somedays, not. If you are patient, you can discern a certain undercurrent, a stirring of the waters, that disturbs the rhythmically march toward the shore. The disturbance always reveals a promise. I studied those waters, inky and thick like motor oil, today....
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