Thursday, December 31, 2015

Old Year

Stay, old year, stay. I just feel not ready for the new year. Tomorrow will come and nothing expected to be different. There used to be a new sort of excitement in the new year. There used to be hope, newness. There used to be new adventures awaiting.
I must remain grateful. 
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An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.