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Wednesday evening, 16th January 2013, Midwinter

'The sky spread over with one continous cloud, whitened by the light of the moon, which, though her dim shape was seen, did not throw forth so strong a light as to chequer the earth with shadows. At once the clouds seemed to cleave asunder, and left her in the centre of a black-blue vault. She sailed along, followed by multitudes of stars, small, and bright, and sharp. Their brightness seemed concentrated.'

 

Dorothy Wordsworth, 1798.