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Come join our hands
Come touch the sky
Come dance the dance
And thread the stones
Rejoice this day
The sun stands high
For on the morrow she cannot stay
Her southern lover draws her away
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Wonderful! Happy Solstice to you!
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Thanks Dale.
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Wow! Wonderful
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Thanks, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome 😇
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Yes. The evenings are drawing in.
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Not yet noticeable though
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I always like to say that immediately after Midsummer. A bit like the dark humour of “There’s always death to look forward to”. 🙂
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The good thing about the nights drawing in in taht might manage to take photos of sunser/sunrise without freezing cold or drenching rain!
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I am no photographer but I can appreciate what you say. 🙂
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Yea. There’s always that combination of weather conditions and light. 🙂
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Like an ancient party up in this poem!
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That’s the intent
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