The year that was.

I sing of Janus as I reminisce about the year at its end. Whether the year has been a good one or not, and how much I’ve grown and matured and which naivete I’ve uncovered of me as they were swallowed up by the realities of life.¬†What are the passages in this chapter that is worth retelling and which would I keep to myself and look back to for how and what they’ve taught me?
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