That golden area toward the edge of the middle left is Thomas Bickle’s light as it looks from where I am sitting this morning. Last Christmastime when Thomas was on hospice care, I put up our outdoor lights that twinkle on the slim branches of large bushes that have lost their leaves. At night the lights seem to be floating. I said they were Thomas Bickle’s lights. I’ve written off and on about Thomas and his folks and no need to retell it all here.
But we are thinking of him . . . and Thomas still shines.




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1 7:04 am . . . and so dark | The Leaning Cow // Oct 30, 2010 at 8:30 am
[...] is pitch black outside. I am here with the only light in the room being the laptop display, my Thomas Bickle light and, of course, this little light of mine. Good gracious, it is not looking the slightest bit [...]
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