He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
15 December 2008
Will you have some tea?
"You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me" -- C. S. Lewis
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