Sunday, 15th (December 1918)

One of the most superb sunsets it has ever been my lot to witness, the crimson sky being cleft diagonally by a spear of pale green.  The line of the nearer hills was broken by a tall church spire, and in the river itself all was reflected and idealised.

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