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Thursday December 3, 1:50 am.
Margaret’s beautiful, magnificent, and expansive mind is now as quiet as it is possible to be. She left us mid-morning on November 30th, St. Andrew’s Day. Still her beauty has been with us. Tonight we lose her physical being, and someone may live because of her. Please be tender and gentle with each other, as she was with us.
xoxo Marion
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things —
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced — fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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