And here's an excerpt from a poem by an unknown author, in reference to the Winter Solstice.
"The night is dark and the sun is gone,
Yet we know that the wheel turns on.
Through midnight's hour, solid and dark,
Within our hearts there remains a spark"
Yet we know that the wheel turns on.
Through midnight's hour, solid and dark,
Within our hearts there remains a spark"
No snow here yet. But this one is from my old neighborhood, several years ago.
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