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Goodnight friends, & happy solstice! Around 1/2 past 3 the longest night of the year made itself felt. Clouds turned indigo or bruisy black-violet, & a lonely kind of nighttime chill bloomed from the wet ground. As I watched the cold pale blue sunset shrank, swallowed up by the axle of the year.

I had another low-key, low energy day, heartened by consciously taking time to realign myself towards celebration–reviewing my year in art-making.

May we see ourselves & each other w/love first today.