Yalda eve
Five years of letters, and this is the first one I have written in snow.
Dn. Denha · 24 Dec 2025 · Issue 272 min read
Today I counted: this is the sixth Yalda I serve at the altar, counting the first, which I do not remember. The north door is lighter than in 2020 and the cups of kümöch are back on the tray. The old woman's chair stands empty by the pillar. Kenje-apa died in March. We sing her name on the day of the Nativity, and the choir, for one verse, leaves the flat half-tone in.
Happy Yalda to every reader. There are not many of you, but you come back, and that is rare.
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