The last firework has cooled, its echo absorbed by the night. What remains is the silence, a profound quiet that the noise was meant to hold back. On the floor, confetti lies scattered like rainbow-dirty snow, a ghost of the celebration we chased. The glasses are empty, every promise of a brighter glow drained to the last drop. We scroll through our phones, and the memories of last January flic...
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