"...and all Decembers before"

 



Aaron's voice soared, naked, clear, but unsure of its strength [...] The others rose a beat later and clustered his tinsel call, and I felt December coming with footsteps that shook the pavements, and all Decembers before, and the way that, at midnight Mass, Christmas sometimes seems so sad to me, a giant bedecked with crosses and stars and berries and robins frozen to death.

from The Opposite House by Helen Oyeyemi 


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