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One year ends and another begins. Flips a digit, and the unrelenting. To us or anyone else. I stand on your back porch,. A dying cigarette hanging languidly. The smoke drifting lazy and silent. Through the still night air. I stand there and I think. Of the year recently deceased,. Of the highs and lows,. Of the mistakes and the wasted. Of the boons and the near-regrets;.