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Talk to me about Winter Aphrodite.

The goddess who picks up shards of half-frozen glass and smiles as if she were looking in the mirror.

Talk to me about her chilling romances with ice-bringing Theoi, Khione and her terrifying beauty. Hair shimmering with snowflakes and crystals that glimmer like diamonds. 

Aphrodite dwells in sun-kissed meadows but won’t hesitate to marvel at the wintry wonderland each year. Rolling through the cold, there isn’t anything that brings laughter faster. 

aphrodite kicks up the snow until it reminds her of the seafoam of her birthplace

she runs her fingers along frozen cheeks, delighting in the rosy blushes of tiny children wrapped up by their mothers in scarves knitted of silky yarn and parental love

sweet olympia dances across the drab winter cloud cover, shaking loose snowflakes

she stands in coffeehouses where people retreat from the harshness of nature, and she smiles as youths buy each other peppermint lattes to avoid saying “i love you”

family gathers, leaving just enough space for her, and there is the knowledge below all the hustle and bustle, that love is all the brighter for the darkness that surrounds it

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