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The solstice. It burns, it burns.

My father's birthday is the 22nd of June, which means that it usually is the day after the longest day of the years, which has led him to claim his birthday is the shortest day of the year. All I know is that that burning orb is in the sky for fifteen hours today, and that it's a tad harsh on my eyes. I like the other solstice a whole lot better.