Dear friends,
Call it a penchant for melancholy, but I have come to see my affinity for the cold, dark days of December in a rather different light—as an invitation to join in the quiet chorus of groans of a world reduced to snow and splinter, awaiting its rebirth.
It is in this inward mimesis of the world’s quietude where I have learned perhaps how to pr…
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