“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, the door
of a vanished house left ajar.”
― Margaret Atwood, Eating Fire: Selected Poetry, 1965-95
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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, the door
of a vanished house left ajar.”
― Margaret Atwood, Eating Fire: Selected Poetry, 1965-95
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