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Calavera boombox.

      "UP-HILL.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
   Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
   From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
   A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
   You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
   Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
   They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
   Of labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
   Yea, beds for all who come."

--Christina Rossetti

STREAM 02.

"Apricate (17th century): to turn your face to the winter sun and bask in it for a moment. " --@susie_dent

Glass marbles rolling on a rubber ball.