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The clock hits twelve.
A new set of 365 sunrises and sunsets has arrived
And may the sunrise offer happiness
And may the moon offer me forgiveness.

This is the year I learn about the art of letting go.
The year I clear out my heart from all its malice.
The year I pray more deeply.
The year I forgive more graciously.
The year I believe more in myself.
The year I chase my dreams.
The year I love more fondly.
The year I give more wholeheartedly.
The year I clean out my drawers that are filled with memories to the brim.
The year I finally learn how to move ahead
And stop looking back at what’s been trying to push me forward.


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