Miracles Personally Witnessed On The Winter Solstice

On preserving ancient tradition: The Yule log stayed alight all night long.

On early morning pilgrimages: I neither slid off the road nor got lost on the way to Red Rocks.

On the rock ‘n roll ministry of Cowboy Mouth: At the Fox Theatre, on the stage-right stairs, Fred LeBlanc made the lame to walk (under mild protest).

On everyday magick: The sun rose over Denver. Spring will come again.

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