This is also probably the shortest blog I've ever done. I thought of doing a spread or waxing poetic about the many sunrises and sunsets I've seen, but then this has found me at least five times over the last month, and considering I'd never seen it before, I've decided the Litha message that wishes to speak through me is simply this:
at the bandaged place.
the Light enters you.
Be grateful for your wounds, my friends.
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Until next time, be strong, and embrace the light that comes in through your cracks.