This time of year I find myself pulling in and wanting to wrap up in sweaters and shawls, curl my hands around a cup of something warm to drink, and lose myself in a good book or a writing binge. This year I’m doing that - some of the time - and I’m also making myself get out there more. I’ve been playing my bodhran at a local Irish seisun, going to mee…
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