Last December I wrote an advent story day by day on social media, and I felt inspired to do it again this year on Bluesky (with round ups every few days on Instagram and Facebook). Now it's done I'm collating it all here, and it begins...
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Let me sing you a song of a sleeper. She lies on a bed of woven boughs, cushioned with mosses. Her pillow is mounded leaves, she has no coverlet. When the sun shines, she is warm. When it rains, the water runs over her skin in rivers. When the snow falls, she is blanketed in white.
She sleeps deeply, does not toss and turn, not when the wind breathes on her neck nor when the mist fingers her air. She does not stir when a blackbird alights on her wrist, looking for worms. A regiment of ants march a road across her belly and still she sleeps. But she dreams.
