But oftner the nights were clear, marvellously lit. Darkness was a pale lustrous gloom. Sometimes the north was silver clear, so luminous that through the filigree of leaf and sapling its glow pierced burning, as though the light were a patterned loveliness standing out against the background of the trees. 

Nan Shepard – The Quarry Wood

If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one.” 
― Dolly Parton

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