Something magical happens when you get together with most of your closest friends to celebrate the end of one year and the beginning of a brand new one. Everything seems so much more shiny and full, happy and raw, stark and meaningful.
It is a life of bright contentment.
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This is for the spirits who know you deep; who saw you through thick and thin; who will see you through much more; who have been a part of your being for five years or ten years, those without whom you would not be yourself.
This is for the brigade you see far too infrequently, but once you’re back together, there is only the present and sometimes the past, the future existing only to plan more presents like this one and to talk of more pasts like you’ve had.
These are those you wish you were rich enough to buy houses for to plop down around you in your current place, knowing that without them, there is always a lost home for your heart, a division that exists until you are together again . . .
This is for the cat-lovers, the cowboys, the musicians, the philosophers, the bikers, the photographers, the tinkerers, the lovelies – those whom your heart beats loudest for.
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I love all your guts; I miss all your faces.
Right on, 2012. Right on.
Be well.
– Camera Coon
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