It was raining last night so I thought there was no chance of seeing the eclipse of the moon. Suddenly, the clouds thinned and there was the last quarter of the moon, the rest being shadowed blood red as the earth passed between the sun and the moon. Sometimes it is good to feel small in the face of creation’s marvels.
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages