Christmas Mourning

. . ’Tis the season to be… reminded of the ghosts of Christmas past. This season has always been dark for me punctuated by garish coloured light, a Winter of discontent for the malcontent. The tree is a family one, the lights are tempers flaring, the baubles are grievances, the star, the angel, the crowning... Continue Reading →

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