Last day of the year, or as a writer in me is yelling... “The last gasping day of the dieing year raises it's paulsied hand in sheer defiance cold as the grave and shrouded in fog...'Remember...' It whispers, 'Remember your actions, your discoveries, and the life you lived in 2017.... and take that knowledge with you into the undiscovered country of new year and let it guide your steps.”
there... much more flowery. May the new year be bright and the undiscovered country hold many rich experiences. --GF
Last day of the year, or as a writer in me is yelling... “The last gasping day of the dieing year ra
