I wait to hear her ring the doorbell of the world. I open the door. The gorgeous guest from afar sweeps in. In her hands are her gifts-the gifts of hours and far-seeing moments, the gifts of mornings and evenings, the gift of spring and summer, the gift of autumn and winter. She must have searched the heavens for boons so rare. -Abbie Graham
I still feel the tiniest bit of enchantment from these Holidays and am clinging to it for a few last days. I will write again soon, when I have something to say! For now, I send you my thanks for your Christmas wishes and send you my own for a Peaceful and Bright New Year.
