December 21, 2021
Longest night. Draw on, sweet night! Baked two other batches from the same old cookbook, one alleging to be Charles Hartshorne’s favorite oatmeal cookies. Had no raisins, so used vanilla chips instead. Crows gathering strangely in this tree, then in that tree. Strange, pure emotions: I will be convulsed with grief at certain times during the day, at remembrance of things passed. This is not depression, but quick, deep, pure in ways difficult to explain, parting like clouds and letting the light back almost immediately.
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