Friday, 8 October 2010

The Two-Tongued Sea

All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.

A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas

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