Woke up contemplating the year gone past and all that it was. Thought forward about the year to come, it’s veiled days drawn up like a curtain. As the old year exits the stage, there will be those who call for encore; there will be those who call for its resignation. But I find myself curiously anxious, yet hopeful. For the past has but merely set the stage for the future, and all I have is the moment at hand. And so I gather my fears, and grasp to hope, as the lights dim and the curtain shifts. https://corinnecausby.wordpress/2012/12/31/well-drink-the-cup-of-kindness-yet/
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