Like the Ants that crawl from labor to rest and back, so does the shadows close on a supposedly eventful year.
Are we trying to be nostalgic, or weary of the coming?
Where does distance merge into time?
To all those who now live in space, on blogs and mails and messengers, are our tired wings ready to take a flight into the future?
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