Fourth night of Yule

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The dark drew in early today; it was windy, but not yet wet, when I walked out into the back garden and blóted Njǫrðr, Yngvi-Freyr, Freyja, Hnoss and Gersemi, Gerðr, Óðr, and the forgotten Vanir, with the rest of the red wine and the start of a bottle of rosé.