The Return of the Prodigal Son by Rembrandt c1669 I stood on Mary Jean Summers’ front porch, reluctantly knocking at her door. My knees were knocking much louder, for I was more anxious than ever before. Would she recognize me? Would she remember? She came slowly to open the door. She looked like Albert Einstein … Continue reading A New Christmas Story For You
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