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THE SONS OF THE MORNING We ran to the square. A modest affair, an empty open space. Full of shadow and shade. where centuries had made their mark upon the cobbles. A pure, clear light rent the garment of night, to flare in the bowl of the fountain. to flirt round the steeple, to pebbledash people, to silverplate beasts in the manger. And the murmur that beat in the narrow old street, told the world that the waiting was over. He is born, he is born, on this wonderful morn. And the bells sang the Christ Childs arrival.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 18:15:22 +0000

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