Category: Night Skies
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The Longest Night
Dear Wanderer, The night, four days before Christmas, stretches wide, a deep breath held by the earth. The stars, quiet witnesses, blink like forgotten candles in a world too hurried to notice. The wind carries a chill that settles in the bones, yet it is not unkind— it reminds us to feel, to be present…
Field Notes of a Wanderer 