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Tuesday evening, 5th February 2013, Midwinter

I have been lying dreaming until now, and now I have awakened, and there is still nothing but the rain... There is no room for anything in the world but the rain. It alone is great and strong. It alone knows joy. It chants monotonous praise of the order of nature, which I have disobeyed or slipped out of... The truth is that the rain falls for ever and I am melting into it. 

 

Edward Thomas.