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December 28, 2016

This year, unusually, I have no inclination to reflect on its passing.

Then I look at 2015’s and realise I said little of note. Perhaps I was retiring all along.

2016 was difficult, as was 2015, and 2014. Loss of control, independence, percived inalienable rights. Worst, me feels nothing to show for it. Dignity, grace, wisdom, nada. Loneliness, wistfulness, foolishness, yeah. Oh, and I lost a friend I thought was forever.

Maybe next time.

Maybe 2017 will be better, maybe what we wish will happen.

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