Things I Won’t Be Doing This Year

The years slide like sand through my hands. I might catch a few grains to keep with me, but so much of the time seems to have fallen away…

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The years slide like sand through my hands. I might catch a few grains to keep with me, but so much of the time seems to have fallen away. I look back at deserts, and I wonder how much of what I see is just a mirage.

Another year ends, another year begins, and I don’t want to wander deserts, wondering what was real because…