Traditions. They are good. They keep memories. They remind me of the past. The uphold the present. Two traditions on New Year's Day:
Mimosas and Auntie Barbara's Trifle.
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But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things -- trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones.
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Cs Lewis books to be read 50th year
Chronicles of Narnia
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Prince Caspian
Voyage of the Dawn Treader
Silver Chair
The Horse and His Boy
The Magician's Nephew
The Last Battle
Space Trilogy
Out of the Silent Planet
Perelandra
That Hideous Strength
Pilgrim's Regress
The Great Divorce
The Four Loves
The Problem of Pain
Miracles
Mere Christianity
God in the Dock
The Weight of Glory
Till We Have Faces
The Screwtape Letters
A Grief Observed
Spirits in Bondage
The Abolition of Man
Reflections on Psalms
Surprised by Joy
1 comment:
why don't i remember any of that trifle??
it looks sooo YUMMY!!
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