005: the sun that stood still
on the solstice, grief, endings, and the Mediterranean
December is obtuse. I felt the end of this year hurtling towards me like an avalanche. The cascading temperatures, overcast skies, and shortened days a parasitic deadweight leeching off my depleted e…
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