“This is the solstice, the still pointof the sun, its cusp and midnight,the year’s thresholdand unlocking, where the pastlets go of and becomes the future;the place of caught breath, the doorof a vanished house left ajar.”
I can't recall if I've written about this subject before. I think I have touched on it, but more in a general sense instead of writing about my own. If I do repeat something I've said already though,
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