“We have but faith:  we cannot know,

For knowledge is of things we see;

And yet we trust it comes from thee,

A beam in darkness:  let it grow.”

– Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

*A Tennyson love-affair rekindled… on one of those nights when I want to write and write and write and read and read and read.  Sometimes I wish I would’ve gone the forsaken writer route… red wine and anthologies will do the fix, though.  Goodnight.  Sleep sweet.

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