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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Faces in the Water - Pg 244

   Looking through the window I felt depressed and hopeless at the sameness of everything. Living is so much like one of those childhood games where you keep shutting your eyes and on opening them expect to find everything changed--anew city with glass towers, a table laden for a feast, a kindly forest where the trees no longer strike blows or twist themselves into fearful shapes.

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