I rose early and walked to the Hof - checking the perpetual flame we keep burning there. I said a silent blessing of thanks to my Altmag, put in a fresh candle, and down the hill I went back to our hearth.
Tim was up and had already pulled out breakfast sausage, so we enjoyed a quiet breakfast. Afterwards, we feed the wights - filling all the bird feeders and loading the tree stumps with bread and fruit.
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