Thank you to everyone who is accompanying and for a stroll through imaginary snow! We return tomorrow.

🎨Lowell Birge Harrison

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You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler. Relax. Concentrate. Dispel every other thought. Let the world around you fade.

~Italo Calvino

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'He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.'
-Robert Frost

🎨Alexandre Calame

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‘I wish I hadn't cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out.
I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!’
Lewis Carroll ~ Alice in Wonderland.
🖼️ Rackham

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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe'



🖋 Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There

🎨 Sir John Tenniel

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‘sometimes the playful, languid, beautiful girl; sometimes the writhing fiend I saw in the ruined church; and often from a reverie I have started, fancying I heard the light step of Carmilla at the drawing room door.’

JS Le Fanu, ‘Carmilla’

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"Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there."

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Riyo is a bundle of energy stuck in dragoon armor that never looks before she leaps into danger or adventure. She sometimes doesn't understand the more complicated things going on (that's for the bookworms like Alphinaud, not her) but she puts her heart into what she does!

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Salutations, dear Bibliophiles✨
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"When the strain of music sounded, all the things that Ghost had shown him, came upon his mind; he softened more and more; and thought that if he could have listened to it often, years ago, he might have cultivated the kindness of life..." - (Charles Dickens)

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“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”

― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

Wood engraving - Alfred Rethel (1816–1859)

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