New... Everything
Wow, I should have been writing in this more. Chances are I will now. November is the month in which I was born, and that of the Snow Moon. All my life, childhood and now, I always believed Winter was more than just death and suffering. While most people complained, I sat in wonder and hope. All things must die to be reborn, and so I find my move quite fitting. New location (a city, civilization... wow), new home, new job, and of course, a few new friends as well. Pagan friends. I never thought I'd use those two words together in describing people I know. Like I said, there must be death for rebirth to exist.
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