by Angela Alaimo O'Donnell Written while rocking a cranky baby The only way this solstice day to greet the lack of light is to sing, to fill the night sky with music, shy of stars and moon as it may be, you still must fling your voice, far & away the best hope you have & are, for song is a salve that heals all harm, the why we whistle in the dark, it rescues us from the teeth of grief, that starved and ever-hungry shark that would devour us. The day is brief but bright. Break it with song, invite the darkling world to sing along.
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Percy Warner
fun dinner out at the Redheaded Stranger
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