short stories

A Solstice Story

Yes, Virginia, There is a Newgrange by Theresa C. Dintino Learn more about Newgrange Temple in Ireland at this link. Virginia Woolf London, 1941 Because we forgot how to console ourselves, because we forgot our connection to the Earth, to the sky, to the smallest cell within us, the most encompassing black hole surrounding us—because of this, we know despair.      Once, we walked to Newgrange.  Once we knew, the snow crunching for miles beneath our feet, we knew how important it is to remember —to remind ourselves, to experience rebirth and so, believe again.      I laughed when I wrote...

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