"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six."
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Source: A Child's Christmas in Wales (1954) p. 5
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