I'm remembering Christmases past, the smell of the fresh, cold air, the stars twinkling in the sky, the awesome feeling of the truly silent night. The colorful lights, the doors that open to fireplaces lit and presents for all, the smell of pine an bayberry.
Now there is nothing but loneliness, chaos and fear. I find solace in my memories and remembrances of those I loved and those that loved me.
Is it better to write my truth or remain silent?
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