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When the sun stops for a moment . . .
Dawn light began stealing Through the cold universe to County Meath, Over weirs where the Boyne water, fulgent, darkling, Turns its thick axle, over rick-sized stones Millennia deep in their own unmoving And unmoved alignment. (from A Dream of Solstice by Seamus Heaney) This morning, once again, the sun paused for its moment of solstice before changing direction to move northward. From…