Let's not do that again.
Today is Solstice.
The Light returns.
Spring will come.
And in the meantime I shall drink tea, hug Ben, thank my family, and plan my garden.
Nothing brings hope like planning a garden.
Even the simple act of scooping the seeds out of a winter squash and saving them to plant along the fence line is a tiny act of hopeful rebellion against the dark.
I'm saving my apple seeds, too.
Take that, Darkness!
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