Thoughts on what we will miss in the coming days.
With words from Shakespeare.

The quality of mercy is not strained;

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.

It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:

'T is mightiest in the mightiest;

it becomes the throned monarch better than his crown:

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;

But mercy is above this sceptred sway;

It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then show likest God's

When mercy seasons justice. 1
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I’ll see you tomorrow.
— Brenda
William Shakespeare, “The Merchant of Venice,” 1600.
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