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This is a beautiful and poignant post Susie.

Oh and THIS! Wow.

'Hours are predictable passengers in time I rely on; that is to say they can be held, moulded to needs, read, understood and laid down, they hold music, laughter and tears, exhilaration and tragedy until the next arrives, on time, as dependable as the seven days in the week that form each month and so on… Other passengers—moon, sun, stars, people—timeless undependable tremblings, sometimes faded or shining brightly, sometimes violently, other times more gently; that is to say they cannot be held, either they are too fleeting or they burn in there persistence or, they are absent entirely, though life is not life without them.'

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Thank you Roselle, even though hours, usually so dependable seem to be slipping this month, as they invariably do in December.

I hope all is well with you - did you have snowfall? Not even a single flake fell here but the Cantal mountains I can see from my window were snowcapped for a few days.. I do love to see that. X

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For sure!

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Thank you Philip!

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