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“New Year

Grey softens our paths
While holding the stones
Beneath our feet near;

So the streets we wander
Become ours and become lost
While seeking new roads.

Horizons bloom over lines,
Held dear and near, yet not far
Enough from how we want to live.

â€� Outgrow, New Year’s Eves.”
― Laura Chouette