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Shab-e Yalda i was told is winter solstice, two days past us, and i thought what a beautiful name for you, G, were you a Persian queen. M and i got lost, roads led us, we ended up at emerald lake again, at the G wishing well, Yalda engraved coincidentally, as if your name were on every tree,

Shab-e Yalda, from the trickle of your womb, the light grows stronger, sourced from the wishing well, G