Only once before - since beginning Forms Traced by Light - have I not been in New Mexico to post a pic of the end-of-year sunset, or whatever might pass as a sunset. There certainly wasn't a sunset here in Wimbledon today - it was such a grey and sullen day that it barely got light, let alone sunny.
These stars were the tails to the balloons that I bought Ray to celebrate his 99th: they seemed too good to waste, so I hung them as Christmas decorations from a light bracket in the hall, where they are twirling very very gently in - well, I guess that proves how draughty it is. There's quite a gale outside.
Happy 2023, everyone, when the clock strikes -
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