Dear December,
I found you - a thin shawl upon nature's shoulders resting in the final page of my Gregorian calendar.
Celebrations in red, Christmas and Kwanza and the tail end of Hanukah. Reminding me in stark black letters of bombings and declarations of war. Hitler and Mussolini and Japan…
Janna Hill is an international author of fiction, short stories and poetry.
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