A cliche for this time of year:
But:
- The days between Christmas and New Year feel so long and weighted. As if each breath you take might be the one that bursts.
- We're all hoping for a year a little better than the last. Because sometimes, beneath the graying skies of winter, it's easier to remember what stings instead of shines.
- Loneliness is everywhere. And even when we surround ourselves with people and love and places and things, it can creep in through the tiniest of cracks.
- Wishes of health, peace, love and fortune are packed deep in our hearts. For our families, our friends, ourselves.
Just maybe, this year, just maybe.
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