There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.
We have arrived at the longest day. We will take a breath tonight, to boast and toast with friends around a fire, weave flowers into our hair and dance. Tomorrow we turn our steps to the journey back toward the shortest day. I’m wondering, as I turn into my 66th year today, how my life might be different at the winter solstice.
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Writing Down the Story 