Ipsi Gloria
Saturday, November 17, 2007
When I consider the heavens
Looking to the stars it a habit that we all should practice. As Nathaniel Bowditch's mother once told him (or so the story goes roughtly remembered) 'looking up at the stars shrinks our own troubles down to size'
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