Happy Solstice, hippies. It’s the first day of winter, the shortest day and the longest night of the year, which makes it one of the finest days on the Gallaway Calendar.
Speaking of the calendar, I’m considering stepping things up schedule-wise with the books, given the recent brush with mortality.
N.P.: “Flieger Gruss Mir Die Sonne” – Eisbrecher
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