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    J A N U A R Y

    The Month Without Its Festival

    Frost crystals forming on a winter window, with bare trees silhouetted against a pale blue sky
    The first month, seen through the ice it leaves behind

    The text of January is not yet set. It opens the year and the first season — the month without its festival — and will be added here when the manuscript reaches this page.

    Hoc est opus. Et satis est.