316/365 Joey
Several years running, on Santa Lucia, we’d be awoken godawful early and bundled up for Joey’s predawn Swedish celebration, her house candlelit and filled with warm sweet smells, and soon after the sun came up, we’d be sent off to school, fat and happy.
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Happy St. Lucy day! (Shame about the change in the Julian calendar--this was originally the winter solstice festival.) She's the patron saint of blindness. I guess it's appropriate, then, that today's the day I get new glasses!
How apropos!
Your entries flow so friggin smoothly. I hope that one day I can master this technique. Hm... "technique" isn't quite the right word, there, but you get the idea.
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