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In the middle of the night we will drift further and further into the year 2025 and leave the year 2024 farther and farther behind.
In the middle of the morning, on a cold new years day, the traffic will whizz and the birds may tweet and the wind will bite through our skin to our bones, and for a moment, our hearts will skip a beat and our heads will spin like vinyl records as we realise that we are one step closer to oblivion.
And when the world resumes with a beep from a car horn and a roll of our eyes, we will dust off our shoulders and get on with our messy lives.
With a pocketful of hope and nothing to lose we have once again begun. Just put your hand in mine and walk with me my dear, let’s fly closer to the sun.
