The mornings are dark. The sun rises at eight o'clock.
Women meet to plan projects, secure funding, build foundations, draw plans and make schedules for self discipline.
Women meet to cry in each other's tea cups, shed their dark thoughts, share their burdens look for hope in poetry and scraps of flowers.
Blood oranges appear on store shelves.
3 degrees Celius with light rain.
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