The twentieth of December, in the northern hemisphere, the longest pour of dark sky we’ll get from the celestial bar until the globe spins again. By the time you read this, it will be the twenty-first. This season comforts me. I am very much at home in this tunnel of ever-shortening days we pass through, and I always feel a pang on the other side of the…
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