Happy New Year.
Or, is it? New, I mean. The older I get, the more of history I read about, the more time seems to move in a cycle. People can't ever sit still, you know. They're always running from old ways, trying not to become their parents or trying to be exactly their parents and failing. The Middle Ages become the Renaissance. The Romantics give way to the Victorians. Everything is a reaction.
I can't say where we are on the cycle, but I'm looking forward to find out.
Peace, friends.
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