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He thought again of the watch in the window. It had twelve black numbers on its moon face and there was magic to that. For these were numbers that were not really numbers at all but letters like in words. He shivered at the possibilities of such untold magic.

— Davis Grubb

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Christmastide and a good heart’s breath against a cold pane are enough to bring lost faces back in evergreen eternity.

Deep in the brush filth above the north pasture a rabbit gave the shrill death cry before the soft owl fell from the moon, and she thought: 'Deed, it's a hard world for little things.

Is goodness just for Sundays and is love just for Christmas? Must the living fragrance of human love be packed away with the tree ornaments once Christmas day is past?

Hate, my gentle lady, said Captain Anschutz, is only Love that has lost its way home in the dark.

Salvation! Why, it's always a last-minute business, boy.

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