Winter descends on the island forcefully now.
It does its best to drown that which cannot climb.
Then it aims to blow away all that is not anchored.
I feel winter in my soul.
A million aching winters which aim to test our resolve.
Time to hold fast to myself and shine like the sun.
For myself, for you, for everyone.
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Time to hold fast to myself and shine like the sun.
I think I will write that on my feet this winter. I need it.
That's a great idea! If we can make our own sun then the next few months wouldn't seem so loooooong. But just in case there's always the magic dawn lamps!
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