Truth. The short, dark days are when we look out for eachother, though. Cozy in with loved ones, check on the neighbors, make stews, go to sleep early. 😅
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We do not walk carelessly now,
But step softly, tracing the tracks of the deer,
For every sound is a bell rung in the crystal air.
We listen for the secret songs of the snow,
And know that what dies returns, purified and clean.