Song of the day - Letters From the Sky, Civil Twilight
Passage of the day - When I walk into town, I see a shriveled, pasty man who, clearly, is dying. He has been propped in the doorway with the sun fully on him, his last chance for revival. He spreads out his fingers on his chest, warming everything he can. - Under the Tuscan Sun, Frances Mayes
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