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Well, it was windier today than it’s been in months, but - strangely enough - the tongues of fire stayed absent this Pentecost. I still love Whitsunday. The flames, the majesty, the magic, and the hope make it a spectacular thing to think about, and the music is always lovely. Come Down O Love Divine, If Ye Love Me; it doesn’t get much better. I ( Read more... )