Can Beaker Folk please calm down. I realise our 'Winter Tenebrae' service - in which we gradually extinguished all the torches until everybody was blundering around in the Orchard in the dark, terrified - was quite powerful.
But however solemn the crashing of dustbin lids, signalling the death of the year, the sun will rise tomorrow.
Almost certainly.
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