"Merry Christmas, " I whisper to myself

7:20:00 PM

“Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.” 
― Marianne Moore, Complete Poems







 “When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. It's so peaceful here.

"Merry Christmas, " I whisper to myself. "Merry Christmas, Nate.” 
― Lisa Ann Sandell, A Map of the Known World


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