New Years is here.

So much has happened, much life has been lived. Many of that which is terrible, yet plenty that has been reasoned to be well enough. Being the author, it's rather difficult to distinguish the two when lots has been lost, moments after discovered moments.

Yet the found days are here and then gone like any other year. Doing what can be done, after all my time is now, unknowing and flowing like the winds that breezes on by.

My burden soul still burning brightly, infected with desires to flourish.

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Much to say, perhaps I'll wait it out slowly.

Feeling good, in high spirits and all.

Wish you all to have a great evening!

Cheers!