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Excerpt:
The snow fell in torrents throughout the day, but suddenly, after the fall of night, quit, and then the skies were the opening of the crystal trove, the stars like diamonds presented for humble man to awe. Yet few from their warm cabins would at this hour stir and retread the bitter winter; all honest men asleep in bed knew naught that night the wondrous twinkling sight above.
It was a thief—more so his luck made him a beggar, but still that tittle, little honor bringing, yet better than himself, he tightly claimed—it was a thief, I say, who in some frigid hole looked up to see. No one was surety to call him such: far better to spare their conscience when charity was short, that is, no one’s heart was much weighed down by this thief turned beggar. Better the weight stayed in that person’s purse.
(I love this song, but it’s barely connected to my story. Oh yeah, it’s my blog. I can do whatever I like!)
Tale Told 