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The Little Review

Poem for Friday and Hillwood Dresses

The Rainy Day
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.


I had a pretty nice day: snuggly cats, shopping with Maddy, dinner at Pasha Land with Paul, Karen, Angela, and others. But I am very cranky, not only because of the Terrible Thing tomorrow, but because it'll be the first Friday in longer than I can remember that I don't need to post a Star Trek review. Who'd ever have thought I'd be sad not to have to rewatch fifth season Voyager?

After dinner we went to see Fences, which was probably not the best choice as it's quite depressing, though extremely well acted. Since Mar-a-Lago is now "the winter White House" according to the impostor in chief, I doubt I'll be in any mood to visit Hillwood for the next four years, so here are some photos from a previous visit of Marjorie Merriweather Post's dresses displayed in her rooms.


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