There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
William Wordsworth
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality
from Recollections of Early Childhood"
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Merry Christmas, Bill! Or, I should say, ¡Felices Fiestas! Un abrazo fuerte, K
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