I've just spent the evening with great people, good food, and sixteen children between us who all play together with little conflict, even though half of them only see each other once a year.
I walk home at 2:oo am, putting fresh prints in untouched snow. Time crunches under my shoes, melts away.
The Christmas tree will come down today. A new calendar is waiting on my wall. Potential decorates my thoughts.
Spring is on its way.
Happy New Year.
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