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Winter Light

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Frost at Midnight

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Take A Smile (And Pass it On)

I have to be upfront and admit this is not my original idea. But in the spirit of stealing like an artist – and in the interest of doling out a little communal joy – I’ve posted this at our local mailboxes.

After such a long, cold winter, we could all use one or two of these. Help yourself and pass them along.

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