Friday, February 19, 2016


A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.     John Steinbeck, the Grapes of Wrath
And a small glass of Bourbon did nothing to detract from its beauty. 

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