This morning at sunrise, Aaruba and I left home for a walk among the fields. The frozen countryside, still and solemn as stained glass, gave breadth to thought. It offered the sweetest kind of silence. It quieted my soul.
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me,
for I am meek and lowly in heart;
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