It's a long December
And there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than
The last

This song has (belatedly) been stuck in my head for the past couple days and I have (superstitiously) attributed it and my concurrant rash of fever dreams to that beginning-of-the-year cleansing, that physical mental spiritual washing away of what was until so recently the present.

Writing about it still feels fake. I don't know what that means.

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