"My friend, I was born for days such as these,
To inhale perfume,
And cut through the gloom,
And feast like a king upon peaches and cheese!"
-- Rachel Hartman, Seraphina (2012)
[Who brinks the cheese on April third? ;-) (Not a silly bunny or a reindeer or a bird.) Though since it's a Sunday this year, be sure to check under your keyboards tomorrow...]
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