Four more hours and another year will go: a strange year and particular. A year of joy and pain, despair, and satisfaction. A year that we would not have wanted to live, a year that we wanted to spend more velocemetne possible. One year of certainties but of many, too many uncertainties. Four more hours and then will again be the start of a new year. Maybe different or maybe not!
Sitting at a table in an anonymous bar, Brinder to myself, the sound of a blues from another time, a year that will come and time will tell!
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