At days end I remember three good things.
Apples maybe - their skinshine smell and soft froth of juice.
Or an owl - I heard on owl today, and I made bread...
I let remembering fill me up with all good things so that good things will overflow into my sleeping self, and in the morning good things will be waiting when I wake. (Jan Dean)
Cest si beau
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Stand: 16.12.2025