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Toby sighs and sees his breath suddenly being upon the icy window pane and that printed breath is a faith that already ancient, faery legions of the Ice King are bearing his letter high and away for the right eyes to read.

— 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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