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  • Winter Solstice

    Winter Solstice

    In indifference comes my winter solstice—my life now groping more dark than day— just one less even second now—to a temperate gloom and a forever stasis. I neither want to live shorter than my mothernor any longer than my father—an oh so happy mean is just my preferred destiny— death at eighty on an overcast…