The last firework has faded, and the final pop has dissolved into the wind. The celebration is over. All that remains is the confetti on the floor, like dirty, rainbow-colored snow, and the lingering aftertaste of wine. In the quiet, we scroll through our phones, and the memories of last January appear. Back then, there was a different kind of warmth, a belief that everything would be fine. Now...
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