I see things in color. I smell flowers in the spring time. I hear babies cry and airplanes fly and lectures from those who raised me. I decide things and create things and take one thing and turn them into some other thing. I panic about the future. I regret things I’ve done in the past. I love and I lust and I hope and pray that I don’t ever fail to remember how great it feels just to feel.

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happy new year