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Perhaps it has always been so in the temperate climates. \u00a0Perhaps this sense of delight, not really eagerness, but palpable change, is part of what caused the Celts to celebrate Imbolc, the next Great Wheel holiday. \u00a0It celebrates the freshening of the ewes and the triple goddess, Brigit, of hearth, forge and poetry. \u00a0Perhaps this is all part of the waking up.<\/p>\n
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