December 21. The Winter Solstice. L and I clean the house and do load after load of laundry. Outside it is misty. We go for a walk around Endcliffe Park and I walk L to a doctor’s appointment in the dark, waiting under a streetlamp in the early darkness. There is some sort of deeply significant astronomical event happening, for the first time in over 80…
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