November 24

The year is waning, like the days it is getting darker, colder more forlorn.  The stories we need to be telling about this fire, as we toast our marshmellows, are remeniciences.  Memories and throughts about the past, about our past or a made up past, one we would have wanted or perhaps one we would not.  Perhaps told as a warning to prepare us for the depths of winter, perhaps as hope of truly living another day.

Descend into chaos
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The Key Swings
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Amid fears over extremist
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Twenty24
As I allocate the server space to the unordered thoughts of the year I hope that,...