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When the egg balances on its end

When the dark eats the light

When we retreat into our beds early

with hot water bottles at our feet,

it’s time for the dive into solitude,

the reflection on the year’s solutions,

the rhythm of the solstice

in the quiet cold dark.  Solemn,

we take out our needles, the raveled silk,

and stitch our souls back together.

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