Friday, November 3, 2006
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Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
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oh no! It's been pretty cold up here, but we've been lucky, no snow...so far!
None of that just yet, but I shall have more than my fair share in Japan in a couple of months.
Snow, snow, go away. Come again another day!!!
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