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Rake the Light is a welcoming intellectual space where writers and readers are invited to discuss contemporary issues and vital questions in an accessible, broad-minded exchange. The goal of this site is to bring together a cross-section of voices through meaningful conversations on important social, cultural, political, economic and spiritual issues—in essence, to create a virtual public square to break down ideological barriers, bridge divides, and connect strangers who may have otherwise never met.
She saw an ad on Craigslist: 24 HOURS OF PEACE (all caps) Posted by "LovesHerGun85" Right above Kardashian Keester Kreme. "Loves" didn't list a price for the peace, which made her wonder If she had enough. Enough of lost and confused. Enough of sick, sad, wretched. 24 hours is a long time, she reasoned. Sleep 7 hours Work another 8-10 TV and PC, another 4 Of course she'd need time to eat and drink something too. Well, there's simply no time for peace! What kind of sick, deceptive ware is this Loves character hawking?
She lingered on the Internet several more hours, hoping to distract herself from this ridiculous ruse. It was the same routine every night. Maybe tomorrow she'd try Googling peace. Use her smart phone or the iPad. 'Like' some new content. Follow someone tweet-worthy. Just 24 hours to go. Photo by Marcus Quigmire, via Wikimedia Commons