Tiny story for yule.
A 50 word story.
"Facing east she raises her arms and calls, turns, calls again, repeats twice more. Her knees are muddy, she has knelt before them. Smells of smoke and ice fill the air. As the fire burns lower she waits for the rise, the return. Through mist she says 'Happy solstice everyone'"
"Facing east she raises her arms and calls, turns, calls again, repeats twice more. Her knees are muddy, she has knelt before them. Smells of smoke and ice fill the air. As the fire burns lower she waits for the rise, the return. Through mist she says 'Happy solstice everyone'"
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