The darkness descends. As we cry out for warmth and light, our voices turn to spirit-imbued song. Our frantic movements against the cold turn to ecstatic dancing. We take comfort from each other's warmth and celebrate the life we share, struggling to survive. 'Tis the season to relearn the magic As we release our heavy burdens of fear and despair. Joining hands, dancing 'round the fire, we raise our sight to the sky and each day, the days get lighter.
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