It seems the fairies have finally convinced winter to release the sun from its blue prison.
The warmth has returned, and the misty blue tint to its light has been replaced by fire. Its warmth streams into my house now late into the afternoon, illuminating the dark corners and chasing away the shadows who have nestled there these long dark months.
With each passing day, the glowing tendrils reach farther, revealing those spaces at the edges of the lamplight, where the dust has been allowed to settle, and lost toys have patiently waited to be found. Now is the time to rip out the dusty stacks that have piled
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