Happy Solstice, all.
Hope you're burrowing in whatever way suits your slow-moving & soft-bodied subterranean selves 🪱
Hope you're burrowing in whatever way suits your slow-moving & soft-bodied subterranean selves 🪱
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Sarah Doyle
A poem for the shortest day, when we have almost forgotten what light looks and feels like. I'm grateful to Damien B Donnelly for publishing this in 'The Storms Journal' in autumn 2023.
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