Fri Dec 21st, 2012 at 04:31:50 AM EST
The Pyrenees this morning are shrouded in thick cloud with that luminous lower band that indicates probable snowfall. Climbing to an east-facing attic window, I anxiously peer out in the direction of the Pech de Bugarach, 1230m. All is mist and mystery. No sign yet of the alien star-cruiser splitting apart the sacred mountain as it rises toward new horizons, bearing the elect, while the hapless rest of us await the end.
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