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Feel the need to say something important, with the solstice outside forming, spiraling out to encompass the Earth. But a heavy sense of weariness soaks my bones— numerous reasons play into the sensation. Logic fails. I hear Ricky and his sister talking in the other room. Fragmented sentences. In the distance. I should be reading.

Solstice night falling.
Memories of my brother
call from the next room.

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