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December 17, 2018


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My birthday, December 18th, is one of the shortest daylight hours of the year. It usually feels like winter even though it's actually still autumn. If it's cloudy out, the day seems even shorter. Very soon, the days will begin to get longer.

Jennifer Woodhull

You nailed it in that penultimate paragraph, Kathy. I felt my own heart open and ache in recognition. Thank you for that.

Julene Bair

As always you make me feel what it is like to be in your shoes at the cabin, with the precious sun being "snatched" from the sky and savoring the last remnants of the too short and still getting shorter days. And yes we savor it more as we age, knowing too well that a day will come when the light doesn't return.

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