The longest week of the year
is between Christmas and New Year’s Day.
The last week to mull over forgiveness, broken
dreams, and to sweep up the dead shadows before
the light of the new year dishonors all resolutions.
Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d ve...
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