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Made offerings for the dead today. Just the dead, because Winter is sleeping. That's one difference, there, between her and Marzanna. Marzanna dies in spring, but Winter sleeps.

Apple and honey. And good wine. Candles and incense. I used grandmother's dishes.

And then I read some poetry for a while.

It's so nice to be able to do things properly. The opportunity to have the house to myself doesn't come up very often.