Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
I'm deeply touched and greatly cheered by the books kind friends have sent. Two in the better end of the "self-help" genre, and Elements of Drawing by Ruskin.
How would one possibly survive this awful world without friends?
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