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On the first day of Christmas, they hauled you from me  with the forceps while a crimson Santa blinked outside  and made the rain new blood. The second day, I washed with frankincense, fed you  thin gold, summoned by the high star of your cry. The third day,  milk came swaddling-pale, shepherd’s flock white. TheContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 24”