Solstice came when the world was scheduled to end. Another apocolypse averted, perhaps. It's hard to take that sort of thing seriously. I mean, okay, the world is very likely to end at some point, either through asteroid, nuke, diety or Ryan Seacrest. I don't think it's going to be a warning though.
A tasty Yule feast formed at my house last night. Too much food, good conversation. We made it through the deepening dark, and we're on our way back out, for another year.
Is it not better to simply live like the world we live in is a precious, limited-time gift? One way or another, that's true.
Amber
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