Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Finished Reading Proverbs and The Apostle Paul’s Letter to the Philippians

 

“It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search things out.” (Proverbs 25:2)

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