We project happiness into the New Year that sooner or later will stop like a derailed train. There will be sickness and death, accidents, disappointments. We rebuild. The broken bones, the tracks, the train. We start again. Tonight. Happy New Year.
Reader beware: This blog mixes truth and fiction. Names are routinely changed. Persons may be composites. If you think the person is you and you feel offended, it is most likely fiction. Then again, if the shoe fits.....
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