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Saint Lucy’s Day
Her eyes bleed on a plate, but it does not appease the bitter cold, and the hunger that consumes my body, and shortens my breath but it doesn’t scare me. The flames of the white candles resting on her crown warm my flesh, and the light of the sun that follows her path, brings my soul into the infinity of Paradise. Poem (C): Me “God Jul” (C): Jenny Nyström “God Jul” (C): Aina Sten…