Please excuse the cross posting.
There is a tradition in Wales that
anyone who spends the longest night of
winter, the solstice, on Cader
Idres - a mountain in South Wales - will
come down either mad or a
poet.
Apart from the facts that the end result may be difficult to
determine, the
one being so close to the other, and that you would have to be
a little
t'eched in the first place to sleep out on a mountain in winter,
apart from
that - I forgot - and now I guess I have to wait another
year.
Merry Christmas Everyone - and a pleasant and peaceful New
Year.
Love to all, and lots of it.
Jim
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