made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. anew thought hit her. Perhap — Penelope Marzec, A Rush Light

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That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then anew thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver wentup her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis ofgrace?

Penelope Marzec, A Rush of Light

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