still seeking the storm that would drive them ashore

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🐴💀Well, gentle friends
Here we come
To ask may we have leave
To ask may we have leave
To ask may we have leave
To sing. 🍻🎵

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This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath. —Margaret Atwood

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