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What can i say. This friday was one of the strangest days in a very long time. A day of heat, accidents, irritation and up and down emotions. This saturday by contrast was a relief - a day of beauty.

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? --Blake