It's a new year, now. It's hard to remember all that happened over a year. Swirlings and spinnings and weavings of sun soaked days sweating numbers all over my classroom floor and nights that melt together with the addition of music.
It's been a year. Bad things and good things have happened, and I regret none of it. I don't like some of it, but
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