9:00 am. 16 degrees, wind W, calm. The sky is partly cloudy, and the barometer predicts more snow. The channel is frozen over and snow covered, but the ferry is still running, as evidenced by the dark scars it has left.
Our first Amaryllis is blooming, huge twin blossoms, salmon with white throats.
So now it is Christmas Eve, and let us listen once again to the ancient stories that well up out of our darkest past, that promise salvation; the stories which began many milenia ago, before there were scribes; the old folk tales told in many tongues, the tales of magic and mystery, of redemption and of ultimate, unreasoned truths. Let us strive to believe in forgiveness, and love...and above all in the freedom and justice that alone can bring us peace. We trod a rough road, and need all the help we can get
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