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It’s us and our expectations who make all the fuzz, time itself passes quietly, from day to night, day in and day out. Weeks and months depart, and then the old year tries to leave at midnight when we are supposed to sleep, but we don’t let it. We stay up, watch it leave, kick it in the rare, tell it to go away, and never come back. Another bad year, like so many before. We expected more, we deserve better. “Go away old year, I will forget you.”
