28 November 2007, 7:50 PM
Sometimes I am so very like
Puddleglum, content with nay-saying,
casting the worst case as inevitably given.
Against evidence, Beloved.
So many good and perfect
gifts have come to us in so short a time,
and though the curses have multiplied,
so much more have the blessings,
and neither do we bear alone.
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