“The owl, night’s herald.” Sock owl.

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‘Look! the world’s comforter, with weary gait

His day’s hot task hath ended in the west;

The owl, night’s herald, shrieks, ’tis very late;

The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     

 And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven’s light

 Do summon us to part, and bid good night.

Venus and Adonis (532), William Shakespeare

 Merry Christmas, love from Post Street!

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