New Year
It’s a year full of possibilities, though they may come in unattractive baskets.
It’s a year of goodness, clothed in simplicity.
It’s a year of milk and honey, wrapped in uneven layers.
It’s a year of wonders that appear like shadows.
It’s a year of abundance, overflowing from earthen pots.
It’s a year of sunshine emerging from the darkness.
January 2, 2024.
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