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Jenkins: A helping hand and fortunate feather
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This time of year, I am like the hermit thrush, retreating into the woods and intentionally disconnecting in all ways possible. I seem to go through these burnouts with each winter solstice, and the rain only intensified it this year. I’ve come to accept this cycle and to engage with it in a way which makes it productive.