This morning , a few hours after the solstice, the sky was violet as those sweets; lavender as that nursery-rhyme queen.
I’ve been unwell for a few days. I keep thinking I’m better but I’m not, and I was up for most of the night with a horrible migraine.
There was no light to be had, only rattling winds and heaviness. I have struggled this month as I know so many of us have. I love the solstice, advent too, this journey back towards the light. It took a long time to
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