My Christmas is by the ocean this year. The sound of soothing waves, the ocean repeating the sun's beauty and intensity, the seabirds calling to each other. How I wish I was a seabird on this ocean wind-
U R I E L What is done in the dark will always come to light
Into the future, hopefully better than the shitemare we have just experienced. Have a great time everybody.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.