Evening approaches on this date of the year
When the day first begins to grow longer.
It is warm,
I leave to hear the carolling, hold a lit candle aloft
At the little white church nearby, to be with
some good friends
Here, there is a soft drizzle with a good wind which
Rouses through the trees, these are the kind of days I like.
Ever, miss you.
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