Wednesday, December 23, 2020

end, candle, sun, day, sigh, year

* From 'Parade's End':If you let yourself go you'll go further than you wish.

* Knitting by candlelight while watching 'The Last of the Mohicans'.

* 'Does the sun ask itself, "Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?" No. It burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, "What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?" No. It burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, "Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?" No. It burns. It shines.'

* A roaring, windy day which rattles the windows, sends the broom flying, quakes the cobwebs.

* Big sigh grateful.

* Headed for the big roundup, a computing of the year.

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