Winter Solstice

Grappling with death and celebrating life

Many years ago James and I were invited to a party at the home of one of his colleagues a few days before Christmas. It was an old, historic home, with small rooms and creaky floorboards, but it had a lot of charm for that reason. The family who lived there had decorated in keeping with that old-fashioned feel. No artificial lights on their tree, just a smattering of homemade-looking…



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Elle Beau ❇︎

Dispelling cultural myths with research-driven stories. I am a traveler and a map maker. On Mastodon