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[taennyn]

Welcome to 2007's longest night, in the north. I've lit no wicker cages, baked no bread with single beans, lit no candles nor lit fires. My voice is thickened with sickness, and even if it weren't I haven't the voice I once did.

But I would still like the sun to rise tomorrow, and to stay a little longer than it did today.

Y'know. Just in case the universe is listening.

Happy solstice, readers. I hope your happinesses outweigh your sorrows.