Lore says to put seven meadow flowers underneath your pillow to dream of your one true love, but it doesn't say what to do if you live in the desert. The pagans of old always had more rain than they could ask for. I change the bed sheets.
Perhaps this is when the new year begins, this, when life sprouts and the mountains are set aflame. Perhaps it does us no good to make plans when our hearts are buried and resting under the snow. I see little tendrils of new green grow in my chest and think I have all the blossoms I need. Happy New Year, then.
Make of it anything you can.
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