Greetings from my little house.
It's cold here. So cold, in fact, that the lagoon is frozen, in spite of the salt.
Generally, I dislike the cold, but this change is welcome.
I am ready for the frost and bitter darkness to lay this year to rest. I am ready to feel the frozen crunch beneath my boots, like the cadaverous remnants of this year's short comings and betrayals.
I look forward to smelling the earth again when it thaws and produces the rejuvenated breath of fertility.
I hope your soil is fruitful with the return of the light.
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xo