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I look in the mirror of the year and see him behind me. January started with a ring. White, blue, me, you. Curled together and sprinkled with glittering gems. As the snow melted I took courses in depression and numbness,
Listen to the Water Listen to the Sun Listen to the Sand They're all so grand The swishing whish of Water The beating heart of Sun The whispering shh of Sand as one
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