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I hear the waterfalls. The powerful rumbling drowns out those memories – Memories of regret and calamities. I hear the trees. The crisp rustling of the leaves whisper over my thoughts, As they try to rationalize the consequences I’ve bought. I hear the rain. Every fall invades my conscience. Each drop a welcoming interruption. Finally,
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This year, Christmas included watching Friday the 13th, a cartoon about agnosticism, baking usual and unusual Christmas cookies, and of course, more Costco. Christmas with my family is never disappointing. I think it mainly stems from the joy we gain in spending time with each other. However, after too much time with them, you do






