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Finding light 'In the bleak midwinter'

January 19, 2011 by Thomas Raphael-Nakos

It is winter. It is cold. It is the bleak midwinter.

Christina G. Rossetti’s poem, 'In the bleak midwinter' later put to music by Gustav Holst, goes like this:

In the bleak midwinter,
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen,
snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.

Perhaps as a antidote to the darkness and cold of the season my wife and I decided to replace our family room’s overhead light and ceiling fan, and the ceiling light in the dining room.

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