Saturday, December 19, 2009

Daily Dose

From The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame


"But ere he closed his eyes he let them wander round his old room, mellow in the glow of the firelight that played and rested on familiar and friendly things which had long been unconsciously a part of him, and now smilingly recieved him back, without rancour."

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