Shapechangers in Winter

  

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This is the Solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future,
the place of caught breath


—Margaret Atwood 
Eating Fire

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In the depth of winter,
I finally learned
that within me there lay
an invincible summer.

―Albert Camus

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