of a glass of eggnog, sprinkled with nutmeg, sitting next to me on a warm hearth, beside a crackling fire, as I cuddle up and read an excellent book.
Alone.
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Yours Truly
- Rebecca
- "A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human being is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other." - Dickens ~ ~ ~ "It was when I was happiest that I longed most... the sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing... to find the place where all the beauty came from." - Till We Have Faces ~ ~ ~ "It seems to me that I am trying to tell you a dream -- making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams... no, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence -- that which makes its truth, its meaning -- its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream -- alone." - Heart of Darkness
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alone? nay, we can't have this! because i'd desperately want to join you. even if we sat in silence mesmerized by the crackling fire ;-).
that sounds absolutely peaceful. i love that the holidays are coming.
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