Shortest-Day Doorway

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Solstice.  Stepped through the shortest-day doorway to Winter.  Felt nothing but cold and peripherally broken down.  Wasted the hours; an increasingly common occurrence.  Headphoning odd music, now.  Just looking forward to lying down and shutting off, again.  Feel like I only existed in a tangential way on the first day of Winter.  Quiet house.  My eyes are sore.  The timer has turned off the Christmas tree lights.

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