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Tomorrow is just today re-lived for Punxsutawney Phil. It is odd to me that he is so very human, hunkered low against the cold winds of winter's wrath until finally, in celebration of Imbolc he rises to survey his vast lands, a keen eye to the ground to scout out this years' competition, even if it is only his shadow. Phil's home in the burrow on Gobbler's **** is the family sanctuary; there is a joke there but it is beyond me, God.  Just please keep us warm and brave, looking to the sky instead of the ground, our shadows to our backs where they will always belong.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
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Tomorrow is just today re-lived for Punxsutawney Phil. It is odd to me that he is so very human, hunkered low against the cold winds of winter's wrath until finally, in celebration of Imbolc he rises to survey his vast lands, a keen eye to the ground to scout out this years' competition, even if it is only his shadow. Phil's home in the burrow on Gobbler's **** is the family sanctuary; there is a joke there but it is beyond me, God.  Just please keep us warm and brave, looking to the sky instead of the ground, our shadows to our backs where they will always belong.
Imbolc = the Gaelic festival marking the beginning of spring, celebrated at the end of January/start of February Gobbler's **** is the name of the hill where Punxsutawney Phil (Groundhog Day) lives...
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
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