15th of Dec '17 @ 9:52 AM
Oh man, it was a tossup between snow jar and plushie for me, and I went with the wrong one!
Christmas lights in your room... I'm going to guess blue and white! (And/or?) Because those are my favorite!
Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlage of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. For here "I have lost my land" is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate—"We lost our land." The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one. And from this first "we" there grows a still more dangerous thing: "I have a little food" plus "I have none." If from this problem the sum is "We have a little food," the thing is on its way, the movement has direction.