Of Gifts Given and Lagom

I was curled up on my window seat, watching the snow fall and tracing patterns in the fog my breath left on the window. I wanted to know why missing someone, and the ache to be with them, seeped into your bones; until it was impossible to remember a time when you didn’t feel that…

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Of Yule and Fire Hazards

I put the finishing touches on the altar, stood back, and smiled. Now, all that was left to do was light the candles. My face fell, and a montage of Yule’s past went through my mind. Fig’s wicked, little laughs turning into a wickedly raucous one. But, she was sixteen now. Maybe she could finally…

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