A farewell to the battles of the year. December is about ends.
A quiet wave to what needs to go. December.
About clean sweeps into the dustpan, of what could have been better.
For the old guard to change.
December is the last slide.
How the ride ends.
Were you hollering through it? I know I was. December is about partings.
With a gentle ruthlessness.
It doesn’t matter where it stood
The year reaches a point where like any other bad habit it needs to go.
December is a goodbye.

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