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2012-12-03 - 7:50 p.m.

with power and great glory.

yesterday, i drove to rocky mount for latin mass. there were the signs in the sun, moon and stars, nations in dismay, the roaring of the sea and the waves. every year, this apocalypse startles me.

i had planned on inviting my silent friend to sit side-by-side on the little couch in the study, stringing popcorn and cranberries while watching silent movies. but then my husband stayed in town an extra day, and i rushed through the garland-making so we could put up the ornaments together.

later, a little snake with a sweet face emerged from my christmas tree. i wonder if he came from the nursery, or all the way from the farm in the mountains.

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reading: the stammering century
listening to: an old sundays-at-the-met lecture on jomon pottery.
working on: fixing an awful wine rack my brother tried to make.
in the garden: unseasonable warmth unsettles the sleeping bulbs.

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