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These days after the longest night of the year remain elusive in their change. One can imagine the slow extension of light yet still feel the deep pull of shadow in the hours before Solstice. You could sit by the window, drink in hand, and watch the day grow. You could ponder this shift in ink. You could but who would? Instead, we notice movement over time, with clocks as our anchor points, the sun growing ever bolder. We stand atop the curve of the Earth, gazing outward. #smallstories