Thursday, December 22, 2016

O holy night

I do love the short days, the early closing in of the dark, the long nights beginning in the afternoon, the afternoons even earlier on the rooftops through the firs. There is so much light in everything everywhere I turn, in objects, faces, and books, the darkness in its abundance and wealth seems to me like rich chocolate, like kissing, sightless and soundless, and wholly and holy through touch.

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