Fifth night of Yule

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As the grey clouds closed in at end of sunset, I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Gerðr, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard with the first of a bottle of riesling. Crows flew over as I began.