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It was as if, within that still winter night's vastness a strange soft-feathered bird of passage had come to beat its hopeless wings against the windows of her heart.

— 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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