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And so I finally can say “goodbye” to monstrously distressing twenty-sixteen reflecting back with inward shrug and sigh on happenings that never should have been. But I have lived through all that could be thrown by Nature with insouciant disdain. retaining sensitivity alone that I have sought to disregard in vain. And now as these last few hours pass away I sit with solitary glass of cheer, ready to greet the dawn of a new day that is the harbinger of a New Year. And I reflect however bad may seem the slings and arrows of life’s jesting style it does no good to rant and rave and scream; such immature response is juvenile. Better by far embrace the positive though hard to find in the twelve months now gone, there’s always much denial to forgive, and clemency comes easy when alone. So let me cast aside self-pitying malaise discarding too the self-indulgent sorrow, and echoing the mundane Scarlett phrase, I’ll put it from my mind until tomorrow
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
VALE ANNUS HORIBILIS
And so I finally can say “goodbye” to monstrously distressing twenty-sixteen reflecting back with inward shrug and sigh on happenings that never should have been. But I have lived through all that could be thrown by Nature with insouciant disdain. retaining sensitivity alone that I have sought to disregard in vain. And now as these last few hours pass away I sit with solitary glass of cheer, ready to greet the dawn of a new day that is the harbinger of a New Year. And I reflect however bad may seem the slings and arrows of life’s jesting style it does no good to rant and rave and scream; such immature response is juvenile. Better by far embrace the positive though hard to find in the twelve months now gone, there’s always much denial to forgive, and clemency comes easy when alone. So let me cast aside self-pitying malaise discarding too the self-indulgent sorrow, and echoing the mundane Scarlett phrase, I’ll put it from my mind until tomorrow
Originally written on New Year's Eve 2015, when I nurtured hopes that things might improve in 2016.  Alas!  I've now reproduced it with slight modifications.  Ave annus mirabilis!
joseph-sinclair
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
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