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"Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
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29 January 2014
There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness...
- Edgar Allan Poe
School cancelled the night before.
Winter storm warnings.
Palm fronds drooping.
Ice cracking audibly.
Drips and drops and crystal glimmers.
And exquisite beauty through it all.