Not much changed
From those far
Away years, when
We chased-down
Our food, and then
Cooked it over fire...
Do we remember
How, with bellies sated,
We reclined in the ember
light, and celebrated
Our luck at being alive,
While waiting for
The darkness to arrive...
No matter what we own,
Or gods to which we pray,
We are, just what we are,
On this long Solstice day.
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