the stars rise – I thought of vast evenings spent in meditation – I saw the earth once again as from a tremendous height; the old premature sunrise, and the wonder of solemn summer afternoons long drawn out;
     The wind blows a gale outside.
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                                                                   Jan 14, 1920 –
     The January gale is abroad again today – at noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star –
     The whistles roaring are far away. How the wind tears smoke away from chimneys – it dares not know where to go –
     “Coufontaine: I was like the miner leaving his mine for a moment and perceiving that it is the month of April after all” The Hostage – Paul Claudel -
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