Thirty-six.

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I am a historian. I knew this would happen. 

Just not to me. So, here I am cowering

in my room, writing my memoirs in winter

as fear and dread descends over the land.

This primal time of death and loss seems to

wave at us from the other side of grief.

We spend long scary nights waiting for 

the solstice to arrive and light candles to 

bring back the Son into our hearts. While 

awaiting salvation the hardest thing is trust.

Trust that the balance will shift again even 

when we can’t imagine how. The days of 

this world will get brighter. So far it always 

has. Trust me. I’m a historian.

Markle~

20December2020